Here in Wyoming, or "meanwhile, back at the ranch...," we apparently have about 70 trust fund bambinos trotting around the state. We're a small group, here in Wyoming. I know a few of these marijuana-muddled, former east-coast dwellers.
Anyway, they've taken they're show on the road. Cheyenne, Jackson, Sheridan, uh... after that they pretty much run out of state (at least the parts with people). When they hit my town, I'll go see the few I know. I'll remind them that Jesus loves them and that Pastor so-and-so and the congregation misses them. They'll go home and change their "cause celeb."
We're kind of like the south out here, in that we like our eccentrics and take care of them.