Right Rick - I've read a letter written that my ancestors wrote back to family in Scotland a couple hundred years ago. To paraphrase it says, "You have to come to Iowa. In the winter it gets so cold that you are sure you are going to freeze to death - then it warms up. In the springs the floods come and just as you think everything will wash away, it stops raining. Then it gets hot and just as you think everything will burn up - it rains... and the whole time the crops grow like you could only dream of."

I'm still here.