If I went to sleep tonight in Ohio and woke up tomorrow at my in-laws’ place in Montana, I would immediately know the difference. Obviously, the voices echoing through the halls would be a sign. Once I walked outside, the feel of the air and sight of the landscape would be smoking guns that I am most definitely not home. The air is a little crisper, the sky is a little bigger, the hills are a little taller (If you grew up in Northwest Ohio and never left, your next question might be, “What is a ‘hill’?”). And that is to say nothing of the culture. Toledo, Ohio is not quite a vast, imposing metropolis, but compared to rural Montana it might as well be New York City. The pace of life is a little quicker. The patterns of thinking reflected in casual conversation seem to be from another world. The things that are important to people here would be non-issues there. Toledo prides itself as a melting pot of cultures; my friends growing up were black, Hispanic, Arabic, and Laotian. Montan...