Of all the states out there, why had I almost impulsively bought a return trip to North Dakota, where “nothing ever happens” ? Maybe because it sounded like something fun, and something adventurous. Maybe because a dear friend had invited me. Plus, with tickets so cheap, a college student like me yelled: “sign me up”. I still think it was an impulse, a very adventure-spirited, Ezza impulse. An impul-Ez. Impulez. It is not a typo, no.