Except for brief stints at Forts Jackson and Campbell, I spent the first 33 yrs. in Baltimore Md. Then we went rural, and had to learn about tractors, chain saws, tillers, growing vegs., and planting trees (I personally planted 1,000 over an eight year period in the 70s and 80s). Now at 77 with both upper extremities in the category of damaged goods, I yearn for a row house with postage stamp yards, or, even better, concrete yards. But frankly, I'm afraid even to visit my old city -- let alone live there -- unless escorted within an M1A2C Abrams tank, accompanied by a platoon of force recon Marines or US Army Rangers.