If I were to vest Georgia the state against Missouri the state, Georgia's windless, red-clayed, pine tree-lined Southern charm wins hands down. (I can hear Travis' exacerbated grumbles even as I type.)
If I were to vest Georgia's people against Missouri's people, I am at a near draw. I spent ten years in Georgia building relationships and memories with its people--relationships more formidable than a Missouri winter--and while the majority of those people are not joined to me by a DNA double helix, they are family to me. However, I would not be back in Missouri--a state I am not sure I love--if not for the love of my brother (and the others too numerous to name). This nudges Missouri slightly ahead in the tally.
Although I returned to the state of my youth to return to the fold, I am in constant search of reasons for liking Missouri other than familial comfort. One such reason presented itself to me on a recent episode of "Modern Family," a television comedy that actually makes me laugh.
Missouri's much more cosmopolitan than you give it credit for. It's got a vibrant cowboy poetry scene.
And so, as I continue my search for reasons to love Missouri, I wonder if I have the voice for cowboy poetry?