Up North on Minnesota's Iron Range there's a clan of hearty folks, intensely proud and loyal to their own. They share a history of adversity and survival in a remote area beset by harsh winters, a vexing boom-bust economy — and growing unease over an uncertain future.
Fighting for their way of life is the Rangers' way of life — and never more so than today.
Lacking the kind of ethnic glue that binds other Minnesota clans such as New Ulm's Germans, Lindstrom's Swedes and St. Paul's Irish, the Range community is a conglomerate of third- and fourth-generation immigrants from more than 40 countries.
They're Rangers (capital "R"). They're not just from the Iron Range — they are of and by the place whose famous mines yielded millions of tons of top-grade ore that became steel to build the war machines that took down Hitler. The megaboom of the war and postwar years yanked the Range out of deep depression and completed America's rise as a world superpower.
The Range clan includes loggers who felled timbers to shore up underground mines and later to supply the postwar urban building boom. And it includes those who turned to marginal farms after being blacklisted by mining companies for agitating to improve abjectly difficult work conditions.
Rangers work hard when they're working, party harder whenever they can, and take full advantage of a splendid outdoors bejeweled with some of North America's finest forested lakes.
At lively Ranger gatherings in the Twin Cities, revelers know who belongs by surname, hometown and brogue. Rangers who go to school or to work in the metro area tend to live in northern suburbs to shorten travel time to where they'd really rather be.
In the capital city of St. Paul, Range legislators huddle over a brew most evenings to review tactics. Anyone who hangs around the State Capitol knows that challenging the tight-knit Rangers on most anything means "you're up against some pretty tall timber," as DFL Senate Minority Leader Tom Bakk of Cook once put it.