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Show Acting Alone Page 225 real admiring-like, real broad and wide-open and handsome now. Everybody whooped and turned up the polkas and yelled like Johnny Rebels all the way across the flatlands of the Nebraskan panhandle, all the way from Kiev to Wheatville, farther than any of them, except the political theory guy and Spikey, had ever went in their whole life before. Before he got down off the truck on the outskirts of Wheatville Spikey climbed up on top of the roof of the cab and looked around at what kind of land the foreigners were farming. That's what the political theory guy * said they were, most of them: small family farmers, just like Spikey's dad, with little-bitty one- or two-man combines and stuff, to be able to get right into the little old nooks and crannies of each of their fields and really utilize the land efficient. Not like the huge monster machines that the giant conglomeration corporations utilize to drive people like the Wamsutters and the Wheatniks out of business, off their land and onto welfare rolls in shame all across the countryside. Spikey thought about cousin Polly and her nice nun-camp in the mountains, and how Polly might be gonna do something about saving the small family farm from being reamed out of existence, because Polly was a social activizer and flew out to Washington D.C. sometimes to fight with senators about that and some other issues that wasn't so worthwhile because Mama Mae Bell said these other issues was slightly pink, except cousin Polly was real nice and she couldn't help it because she was just a woman and she was being bossed around and |
