No country for old men... No home for me...

I have a country.  I am very much American with every breath I take...

My state will have me as well... and I am not afraid to tell people I'm from Detroit (though really, I'm from the 'burbs, but close enough for 'outsiders')...

And on a smaller scale I have my nuclear and extended family...

but the in-between space... the one between family and state...

There I am a stranger... no matter where I go...