My name is Fil Corbitt and I have been to 49 states. I write this from the SeaTac airport on the way back from Alaska; previously on the 2-state check off list, which, North Dakota, has been narrowed to you.
I sent for a tourism booklet in the mail last summer and received some literature detailing the reasons I could cite if I were to subsequently buy a ticket to Fargo and were to be asked, "why?" (Which would undoubtedly happen).
• I thumbed through it. •
Mt. Rushmore, right? No. That's South Dakota. No big deal, president heads don't sound that great. But natural beauty - Badlands National Park, yeah? No. South Dakota. Try again.
This is where I'd continue listing the things people think are in North Dakota that are actually in South Dakota, but it turns out that I also just exhausted South Dakota's short list (and possibly long list).
So, ND (can I call you that?) I plead, give me a reason to make an even, round 50.
When people ask, "why 49 states" I can say nothing but, "North Dakota hasn't given me a compelling reason." And you know it ain't gotta' be like that.
I mean, I know you have jobs and oil, but I don't need a job, and I really don't think I could do much with an unrefined jar of crude oil. So, not that you owe me anything, but if you have a good (or mediocre even: I'm desperate) incentive, please let me know.