I think I'll wind up dying here, but I'd think strongly about moving to NM. Went out there in '90 for a week on a bike run. Second day there, I didn't need my asthma meds anymore (got over that stuff five years ago, thank Buddha), and the arthritis was a lot better. I bought a cheap little turquoise ring that fit my pinky finger perfectly. Two days later, I found it loose in the bed. Now it fit my ring finger perfectly! On the way back home, I spent the night in Illinois, just a few miles from where Gacey was to take his last breath (same day!). Woke up the next morning and my ring finger is purple! Freaked out, called down to the front desk and asked if they had a maintenance shop where I could get something to cut the ring off with. Cute little gal came up to my room with a jar of Mayo and finally worked the ring off my finger. It fits my pinky again.