Going forward, we will be sure to speak of Tim Walz’s vice presidential candidacy.
Tim, Gwen, and the kids are the Walzes.1
The campaign of Kamala Harris and Tim Walz is Harris and Walz’s campaign, because they share it. We might otherwise speak of Harris’s and Walz’s (respective) families.
Meanwhile, the unofficial Minnesota state dish is referred to as hot dish or hotdish.5
Also meanwhile, though Tater Tot is a registered trademark of the Ore-Ida6 company, it is unlikely that the potato police will be called on you if you refer to those tasty little bastards lowercasedly as tater tots.
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Post-publication addendum #1: And anything belonging to Gus Walz, including my undying championship, is Gus’s.
Post-publication addendum #2: The capital of Minnesota, I have been advised, is officially Saint Paul, though it is, to be sure, often abbreviated as St. Paul.
The city of St. Louis, Mo., OTOH, is only ever St. Louis, never Saint Louis.
All those two-letter state abbreviations—NY, NH, CA, and MA, to say nothing of MN, etc.—are fine on envelopes or packages you’re posting via the USPS, but in all other cases, let’s please pursue a more humanistic approach and stick to the traditional formats: N.Y., N.H., Cal. or the jaunty Calif., Mass., Minn., etc. And if you’re Ohio or Maine, to say nothing of Utah, you don’t even need an abbreviation, because your name is already so wee!
In prose, there are almost always multiple ways to do things, but my job, I think, isn’t necessarily to present you with multiple ways to do things and say: Fine, now you decide. My job, I think, is, when I can, to present you with the one way I think works best and say: I think this works best. It’s time-saving for all of us.
Post-publication addendum #3: I’ve encountered repeated assertions, re this essay’s illustration, along the lines of “That’s not [a] hotdish.* That’s a tater-tot casserole.” To which I can only say: “Hey, I googled an image of ‘hotdish,’ and I got twenty versions of this tater-tot-covered delicacy, so 🤷🏻♂️.” Not wanting to get too far into arguments over what [a] hotdish is or isn’t, I’m content with the assertion that [a] hotdish is “a casserole dish that typically contains a starch, a meat, and a canned or frozen vegetable mixed with canned soup.” YM, as always, MV. And thus I’d, reductively and bluntly, add: All varieties of hotdish are casseroles, but not all casseroles are hotdish. There, how’s that.
* There’s zero Upper Midwest consensus that I can detect re whether one refers to “a hotdish” or simply to “hotdish,” and lots of people have stated absolutely that it’s one way or the other way or both ways, so much for absolute statements.
Ore-Ida, to be sure, stands for Oregon-Idaho. The company’s primary production facility, I read, is located in Ontario, Oregon, near the Idaho border. And as we well know: “When it says Ore-Ida, it’s All Righta!”
And Sallie’s!
This election will be no Walz in the park.
"All those two-letter state abbreviations ... are fine on envelopes or packages ... but in all other cases, let’s ... stick to the traditional formats."
Hear, hear! This brings out the old prescriptivist in me. Heck, those two-letter things aren't even abbreviations. They're codes. Their near-universal use drives me crazy. I keep debating whether to tell an old friend of mine, who insists on using them in her messages, to stop. She abbreviated Palo Alto to PA once and I thought she meant Pennsylvania, given her constant use of postal codes.
Ah, the good old days, when I was a proud member of the peeverein.