My family was never important in any public way. No big names, no monuments, no street named after us. Just plain people. Work boots by the door, coffee before sunrise, a Bible with notes in the margins, and an American flag that came out every holiday whether the pole was straight or not.
South Dakota suited us. It did not ask us to be fancy. It just asked us to keep going, help when somebody was short-handed, and not think too highly of ourselves.
I love this state because it still feels like real people live here. Not perfect people. Lord knows we are not that. But people who remember funerals, show up with food, wave from trucks, and still believe this country is worth something.
This hex is for my family, for South Dakota, and for the ordinary Americans who kept this country standing without ever asking for credit.