My oldest son made the mistake of marrying two successive women from West Virginia. Consequently, I've spent more time there than I ever wanted to. Thankfully, he's now divested himself of the last one, so the probability of ever going back to the sweaty ball sack of CONUS is slim to none. I've told him if number three winds up being a native he's on his own, I'm not going back. The only other state on my list of no return is California.