My aunt and late uncle were professors at UNO and UNL, respectively (she social work, he plant genetics and biology), and raised their six kids on the eastern edge of Lincoln. On several occasions, I went on "vacation" to Lincoln. I always found Nebraska to be exotic, at least it was to this kid from the suburbs of Boston. My cousins would occasionally take my siblings and me out of the city and to some of the more interesting things that could be found there (limestone caves in the woods, abandoned nuclear missile silos in the middle of soybean fields, etc,), not to mention a trip with my aunt halfway across the state to a
tiny but "funky" town in the middle of a cornfield to visit an adoptee that she placed with a family during her social work days. On the flipside, when they were young and would visit us, my father would take my cousins out into the town forest near our house and the cousins would get nervous in the afternoon, hours before sunset, because they couldn't see the horizon in hilly woodsy northeastern Massachusetts, they were certain that it was almost sunset and that they were about to be caught in the woods at night.
My cousin, who was the Executive Director of the Nebraska Democratic Party in the mid 1980s, and still has very strong ties there would wholeheartedly agree with that statement. Over the years I have heard so many really interesting stories from him about the nuanced sense of decency and practicality that is ingrained in the culture there. It would be unfair to paint the political culture there with one color (though I suppose the same case could be made for many places).