I grew up in the central valley of California where the most reliable GPS, driving down Highway 108, was to follow the lingering perfume of methane until you hit the aromatic scent of chocolate radiating from the Hershey factory. As I am sure you can gather, the town of Oakdale was a very agriculture-based community with no more than twenty thousand people and wide open spaces. Everyone in my community knew their neighbors, law enforcement, and local business owners. Moreover, they were the same people that had been there since birth and they raised their progeny and watched their grandchildren grow into the young adults that added to the perpetual nature of its community. This meant, at its core, it was limited to its ideas, outside influence,