Argentina

`Tis the season for cherished holiday traditions: decorating, caroling, wrapping gifts and, of course, chasing a drunken turkey in the backyard.

Now, I have not personally participated in the latter, but my parents have. As children, they were both tasked with running after turkeys that had been liquored up with a few rounds of potent "aguardiente."

I am not from Fargo. Far from it. But through the years I've come to know the North Dakota city of about 100,000 people along the Red River through my husband, who grew up there. I've been to weddings, baptisms, class reunions and those other important events that make up the life of a family. Most recently Fargo has been on our minds as we nervously followed news of a historic flood.