My front yard is a soybean field.
"these are just simple farmers, these are people of the land, the common clay of the new west. You know . . . morons."
Mel Brooks, Blazin' Saddles
One strange thing-there's a Tibetian monastery here. There was a Krishna temple back home, but I never expected to find the Dali Lama's brother running a restaurant in Indiana. I wonder if he had as much trouble settling for it as I am. I'm sure he would tell me it was all temporary anyway so why worry about it.