When I was a junior at the University of Vermont, I told my study abroad adviser only two things; I'll go anywhere in the world, but it has to be cheap. As student loans began piling up, my parents were less than enthused about the prospect of spending even more money on a trip abroad.
Even from the most cynical Cold-War, money-is-money, dog-eat-dog capitalism-is-capitalism perspective, a redrawn Ukraine would be far more in the West's, rather than strictly "Russian," "ethnic" interest.
Martha's grandfather, Frank Kostyra, owned a tavern in Jersey City. On the 4th of July 1929, two boys stuck a piece of dynamite in the foundation of the tavern, causing an explosion. It's somewhat remarkable that the building is still a tavern today.