By the way, a heart-warming story I just heard, about twenty minutes ago.
This morning, on north U.S. Highway 81, a motor vehicle with Iowa license plates was stopped.
It wasn't stopped because of the Iowa license-plates; it was stopped because it was going 62 mph in a 60 mph speed zone, and was full of Italian-looking passengers.
Since the sparkling husband primitive is a caporegime in a, uh, rather large "organization" with long arms, and since the sparkling husband primitive appears to have a vendetta against franksolich, people up here are always on the lookout for Butcher Stefano, Break-Legs Angelo, and Smash-Mouth Francesco, from the d'Alessandro crime family in Maryland.
The car had Iowa license-plates because it was rented, no other reason.
There were no baseball bats in the trunk.
The passengers inside the automobile provided identification showing they were Italians from New Jersey, and not as feared, Italians from Maryland.
Per the usual practice up here, when visitors prove agreeable (not all are), they were given a $20 gift-card to an ice-cream place 22 miles down the road (the direction they were going), and set loose.