I took a greyhound. Poor dog got pooped near Sheboygan, WI (I took the northern route). I don't eat at Mickey D's; worked there before I went a little south of normal. Still stick my head in the door just to get the smell of those awful fries. Shot a couple spitwads at the jokers with the paper hats, too.
There were a mess of mulletts, there. And tattoos of the oddest things. I love to watch people; I especially like the hospitality of the south. I make more money there panhandling there than anywhere else. I just might relocate there. It only took me 4 months to make my last outside cabin to the Caribbean.