NANCY EDMONDS HANSON: After Thought — Just How Wicked Was It?
Time polishes perverse legends. We fans of Moorhead-Fargo history have always taken a peculiar pleasure in the wild and woolly tales of epic days gone by — Fargo as the long-ago divorce capital of the West, for one, or Moorhead as a booze-soaked Prohibition-era Saloon Central unrivaled across America. It’s like discovering Blackbeard the Pirate or the Viking Harald Hardraada …