It's been more than 30 years to the day since the Twins won their last World Series. And that means we're three decades removed from the Halloween Blizzard of '91.
The Minnesota Star Tribune called it a "wintry wallop" on the front page of the Nov. 1 edition of the paper.
"An unseasonably wicked Halloween snowstorm pumped itself up from the south and dumped a record 6 inches of snow in the Twin Cities and other parts of Minnesota Thursday," wrote reporter Kevin Duchschere.
Fun fact: Kevin is now an editor and is sometimes my boss.
Duluth got it even bigger: The city got more than 24 inches of snow on Nov. 1, which still stands as the largest single-day accumulation in its history.
But why am I telling you all of this? Because you all know the story. Every state has one like this. It may not be about weather, but there's a singular event that lodges itself in our collective psyche and makes us all identify as Minnesotans, Oregonians, Wisconsinites, etc.
I haven't lived through such an event here yet. But I'm sure plenty of my colleagues and friends have thought to themselves: "So a whale blew up on the Oregon coast once. We get it. Can you talk about something else for once?"
