I have also read all of Garrison Keillor, and live in a small town much like he described, full of descendants of Scandinavian Lutherans and German Catholics (I am one, DH is t'other; we are a scandalous mixed marriage :o), I play hockey on frozen ponds, I scream myself hoarse for the Twins, I call casserole "hotdish", I refer to forty below temperatures as "not too bad," I am ridiculously polite to everyone and apologize at the drop of a hat, I refer to the mosquito as my "state bird" and eat the fish and deer gotten during their respective seasons all year round...need I go on?
Suffice it to say, bag or no b ayg, I'm a Minnesotan through and through. :o