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By Eric Bergeson
Since 1997, Eric has owned and operated Bergeson Nursery, rural Fertile, MN, a business his grandfather started in 1937. With the active participation of his parents, who owned the business for the previous twenty five years, and his younger brother ...
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Since 1997, Eric has owned and operated Bergeson Nursery, rural Fertile, MN, a business his grandfather started in 1937. With the active participation of his parents, who owned the business for the previous twenty five years, and his younger brother Joe, who is now president of the company, the business has nearly tripled in size during Eric’s ownership tenure. The holder of a Master of Arts in History from the University of North Dakota, Eric has taught courses in history and political science at the University of Minnesota, Crookston. He is also an adjunct lecturer in history for Hamline University, St. Paul, MN. Eric’s hobbies include Minnesota Twins baseball, Bach organ music, bookstores, hiking, photography, singing old country music with his brother Joe, and watching the wildlife on the swamp in front of his house eight miles outside of Fertile, Minn.
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After yesterday's cold weather hurricane, mid 50s with rain, today dawned bright, beautiful and cool. A great summer day. I did campaign things and then ended up starting knocking doors at about 10 a.m. Went for five hours. It went well. You learn a lot about how people live. I met several people I knew. Some Republicans handed back my brochure and said, "no way!" which is fine. We're supposed to study a chart which tells us which houses aren't going to be receptive so we can avoid them, but that takes too much time. I like to visit everybody. And some of them show me their yard, which is also a learning experience. 

I went up and down a street and returned to within earshot one of the houses where a man had been a little brusque about a Democrat at his door about twenty minutes earlier. Now he was outside with a sledge hammer pounding on a life-size plastic Santa, attempting to break it down into smaller pieces. Despite the onslaught, Santa tenaciously held on to his Santaness. The beating would have made a great video. Boom, boom, boom. The Republican really let Santa have it. Finally, with one mighty blow from the sledge hammer, Santa's head poppled off and rolled down the driveway. At that point, things calmed. I walked on, afraid to be noticed as the man caught his breath. 

I will not make a partisan issue of this. I promise. But it seemed like he was making war on Christmas. 

At another house, a nice young man answered, read my pamphlet, nodded his head and said, "I'll tell my wife."

Well, I said, I would appreciate your vote, too. 

"Can't vote," he said. "I am a felon." 

At that point, that law seemed a bit cruel. Not all states strip felons of their voting rights for their entire life after they have served their term.

Another: I knocked. "Who is it?" came from deep inside.

"Bergeson, from Fertile," I yelled. 

"Oh wait, I'll be right there." 

He dressed and came to the door. 

"So what kind of strawberries do you have?"

It took quite a little discussion before he realized I was politicking and not selling nursery stock. 

He promised me his support. 

Another woman approached her door from the inside to leave her house just as I approached to knock from the outside. 

"JESUS!" she screamed as she saw me looking through her screen door. 

We both laughed. 

"I am just relieved you're a politician," she said. "I thought it might be one of those religious groups, and I said, 'Jesus'!"

I said I'd been called worse. 

 

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