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I'd rather have a real South Dakotan who has lived in this state and made her living here instead of someone with a fancy East Coast law degree any day.

My parents were farmers' kids from South Dakota. My dad was an engineer. I wanted to be responsible and major in something pragmatic.

When my parents first arrived there, North Dakota had just been admitted to the Union, and the country was still wild and harsh.

I would have never gotten to college if it hadn't been for getting up at 4 A.M. and milking them Holsteins.

I want to figure out a way to not be stupid with money, then make a whole bunch of it, then I want to move to Outer Mongolia. I want to milk a yak. Maybe I'll just settle for a cow. Can you milk a bison?

We don't have milk cows. People have so many stereotypes of people from where I come from - Oklahoma. We don't ride around in covered wagons, either.

Made it through high school, went to the University of Minnesota.

I was unloading sides of beef down on the docks when I decided enough was enough. By then, I'd done a lot of reading on my own, so I persuaded New York University to enroll me.

I always thought of myself as a good old South Dakota boy who grew up here on the prairie.