" Can you smell that black dirt over there Hank?” Hank tested the wind and nodded as Rock continued on. “Yeah. Me too. Just plowed it yesterday. You can’t smell that in the city. There are roots in that dirt. Roots that run deep and strong. I grew up in the country surrounded by dirt like that, and after I retired, well, it just felt natural to get back out into the real America, back into the heartland where real people live and breathe and can smell the rich, black dirt of the earth. "

― Skip Coryell , We Hold These Truths