Kind of a tough choice for a midwestern American to make. Both sound pretty good, especially when you consider my third, unofficial option: The West Virginia.
After going out at 6:00 AM in 12 degree Farenheit temperature to warm up the car so the windows will be defrosted by the time you leave for work, you retire to the bathroom for your morning shave. Your black labrador no longer bothers to follow you around the house on these mornings and just lays there on the couch, the picture of comfort and drowsiness. And he'll be laying there when you get home from work. Your radio is on, tuned to one of the few stations you can get in this mountainous terrain. Johnny and June Carter Cash sing about going to Jackson.
Sorry...I can't keep this up.
After going out at 6:00 AM in 12 degree Farenheit temperature to warm up the car so the windows will be defrosted by the time you leave for work, you retire to the bathroom for your morning shave. Your black labrador no longer bothers to follow you around the house on these mornings and just lays there on the couch, the picture of comfort and drowsiness. And he'll be laying there when you get home from work. Your radio is on, tuned to one of the few stations you can get in this mountainous terrain. Johnny and June Carter Cash sing about going to Jackson.
Sorry...I can't keep this up.