I remember a time back in the sixth grade when I turned in a book report. Mr. Levanis reviewed it, handed it back to me and said, “This isn’t acceptable. Go back and do it over.”
Chuck Muth
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
I was my 14-year-old daughter’s age when the first gas lines appeared in 1973, thanks to the newly created Mideast oil cartel that we would soon be know as OPEC and President Richard Nixon’s ill-advised effort at government control of oil prices.
If there’s anything more quintessentially American than baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and Chevrolet, it’s the American family farmer. Indeed, the American Gothic painting of a pitchfork-wielding farmer and his daughter is one of the most recognized works of art in all of American culture.
