Plano, Texas, hands down. A sushi restaurant at every main intersection. Ten dollar champagne in the grocery stores. Thirteen cents per kilowatt hour electricity. No state tax. Cheap Messican labor for all your domestic needs. If you can't find the kind of woman here you like, well, you don't really like women. Your concealed handgun license in under a month, application to plastic. You can pack heat in your car without a CHL. Serious price competition for gourmet food. Middle class subdivisions so convoluted that no burglar in his right mind would consider getting mousetrapped there. And 'castle" laws that make criminals a sporting activity for aggrieved homeowners. God I do love it so! I plan to die here. But very slowly.