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The hometown locker

By Shane Goodman

My brother-in-law recently pointed out that, when my siblings and I refer to the place where we often buy meat, we call it “the locker.” Not even “the meat locker.” Just “the locker.” This choice of words doesn’t seem odd to me, but it does to him. Keep in mind, he is a lifelong Minnesotan.

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