Some who know my liberal political leanings would question whether I am sincere in my professed love of life in a red state. Yes, I am. But I'm also not saying that everything is bad back East. I have some wonderful friends back there, and life was good. It was just different. Just as an example: In Oklahoma when one confronts a four-way stop, it can be a problem. Why? It's NOT because everyone is competing to be first through the intersection as often happens in New York, but instead because folks wait politely for everyone else to go first, meaning it can take a while before someone finally gives up and proceeds sheepishly. In Oklahoma, if I hear one horn honking a week, that would be a lot. People just don't honk at one another here except as a last resort.
Most of Route 66 wends its way through this heartland of America. Maybe that's why I like it so much. It really has nothing to do with "values" (although I do have some), or fear of fast-paced living (surely you jest!), or inability to compete with those on the fast track (been there, done that). It has to do with nice people, and beautiful expanses of land. And of course, cows.
All this rambling is just to say that I'm a proud resident of the heartland, and I plan to stay here for the rest of my life. Bring on the cows.