My best friend who is not my wife came from a remote unincorporated part of far Northern California. There is no town; he says it is technically a "census area," a blip of population sufficiently large/dense that the census takes notice of it even though it does not coincide with any political boundaries. Gathering kids from within an hour's drive or so resulted in a high school class of twelve, which must have made dating hell. My friend graduated top of his class, and probably was the smartest person within 100 miles. Of course, there might only have been 1000 people in that range. In this isolated environment, he formed strong opinions about how the world worked, likely based too much on reading Ayn Rand and having no company for any intellectual discussions.
My friend brought those opinions to college, where I met him. We worked together at night, and spent countless hours talking about life and philosophy. We also hustled together at card games, either as a team playing Spades or individually playing Hearts (buck a point, losers pay to the winner in dollars the difference in scores). As it turns out, he taught me how to play Diplomacy when we once visited his parents' house on a break. I have always thought that he is the most honest person I know. He wasn't particularly good at Diplomacy, and eventually gave it up because he felt guilty from stabbing. If for some reason I had to have someone I know cross the country with a million dollars in cash, I would choose him and I would expect it to arrive safely.
My friend was my best man when I got married. We only live 15 minutes apart, but now that we each have families we tend to see each other only a few times a year.