I’m ashamed to admit how often I need someone to prop  me up.  
                  I come from a staunch and  sturdy line of Swedes, Germans, and Scots, and none of them ever seemed to need  propping, at least as far as I can tell. And here in Minnesota,  there are a lot of people like this. 
                  In this state, a lot of us  are pretty repressed; we call it Minnesota Nice, but what it basically means is  that if someone is a real jerk, we’ll mostly smile and say “that’s different”,  and go on about our business. It also  means that we value action more than words, and we tend to get the job done  with a minimum of fuss, no matter the circumstances.   
                  We look up to people like Bud  Grant, who are basically silent. Through  eighteen seasons as head coach of the Minnesota Vikings, he kept the emotion  inside without much showing on the face, and we admire this. It speaks of strength, and courage, and  someone you can count on when the wind chill is 40 degrees below zero, and the  driveway needs shoveling. This is no  small thing. 
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