A "few" things. As I get older, I find my knees won't allow me to run anymore. Then, "Ferguson" happened....both the wife and I are from/raised in Ferguson...really, a gorgeous town, you only saw that "bad" part. Her brother still lives in Ferguson, and we have to go over there more often that I would like. The final straw was the sheriff's deputy in our small Illinois unicorporated area showing up at the door one night saying "the Farm Fresh dairy just got robbed, we chased the robber down your street and he ran into the woods behind your house". Didn't take long after that. (I will say we live in a very safe area, all my neighbors are good people (and armed) ...just this one dirt bag from another town who robbed a dairy...with a BUTCHER KNIFE!