This state has been home for the 68 years, eight months and 27 days -- or to put it another way, for life.
The last time I was this embarrassed to be a resident was on Nov. 3, 1998, when it came to pass that 773,713 Minnesotans had voted to elect Jesse Ventura of the Reform Party as governor.
On Monday, a large national spotlight was turned on the Twin Cities for the Home Run Derby, the preliminary to big-league baseball's 85th All-Star Game.
This break in the schedule to match the American League vs. National League stars started in July 1933 and soon was being referred to as the Midsummer Classic. When using this in the future, an asterisk will be required: *except in Minnesota, where it's called the Early-winter Classic.
It's the middle of July … can't we get a 48-hour respite from seeing our breath in this forsaken Frozen Wasteland, just a couple of days when the rest of the country isn't laughing at us?
Apparently not.
We greeted the nation with wind, rain and a temperature that barely reached 60 degrees, then headed downward. There were a few minutes in the early evening when it seemed as if we had a shot to offer up some July sleet.
One asset to a lively Home Run Derby is heat and humidity. Harmon Killebrew was the first slugger to make me fully aware of this, when he was near the end of his time with the Twins.