I'm a country boy, raised "out in the sticks". The nearest
backyard neighbor was probably 3 miles, as the crow flies,
from my house. And to get there you had to walk about a half
mile through a cornfield, into a woods, down a ravine into
Pipe Creek, then up the other side of the ravine out of the
woods then through another cornfield.

In the country, beauty just hits you. It's there, all around
you. In the city, you have to look for it.