A song Jackson Browne wrote long ago about Mexico. I'm tempted to hear it as a soliloquy and lament for a lost America, and if I were still living in a city, I think that's how it would feel. But I'm back on the farmland where I was partly raised, where people still have their feet on the ground and are not so damned entitled. It's good to be home and rooted in the living soil again.
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