This is a letter to Wayne County, Indiana from one of its sons, Daniel. He grew up on a farm, surrounded by mostly animals, and never quite grew into the social fabric of rural east-central Indiana—he was a patch sewn onto it.
He idolized his Quaker grandmother as a young boy, but eventually came to apostatize as an adult.
He thrilled to romance, but not the traditional kind. He eventually came out.
And he wanted life outside of Wayne County, so he went.
Dear Wayne County is neither love letter nor hate mail, but a simple exercise in catching up with long lost acquaintances. It is one that will be widely recognized, because it’s been written on the hearts of many before.