While some folks heap praise upon midwestern pioneers, their frontier spirits and illustrious bootstraps, I recognize that it's the genetic product of restlessness that settled the great plains. It might also be a visceral aversion to being judged. To set out for a new beginning, that took a certain inherited fortitude and an inherent desire to get the hell out of Virginia, all watchful eyes and family legacies. Of course, survival required cooperation, and so the freedom-loving natural introverts submerged their desire to be alone. "We will share our church benches, they said, "bring cassarole to the potlucks, and watch each other's children grow." But still, for some, they knew that they really wanted to escape again but... damn, the sweat it took and roots have sprouted and gone too deep. It is all too much to give up now and start yet again, but the urge to run will live on in the coming generations bones.