Rural poverty looks like a junk truck in the yard and plasticked windows. Yet people here in the Ozarks seem no worse off than usual—they've always had it rough. And in the nearest big town (not that you've heard of it) there are new signs of cosmopolitanism since I was here last year: Walmart's now carries frozen edamame and seltzer. I was able to find fresh grapefruit juice and arugula at another grocery, the same one that also has a fill-your-own-drinkingwaterjug-at35centsapop stand. Rich and poor here have the same uneasy inequality as everywhere in the U.S.— writ small. I carry in my water like these folks next door, but also my seltzer. And my truck runs.
And who, among others, pray tell, is responsible for this gentrification?
ReplyDeleteSaute some arugula for me, s'il vous plait.
On that grill what you brought back to Walmarts last summer, that is.
yeah...what she said... I just want to make old rundown dirty abandoned farmhouses beautiful (again)....with Kohler plumbing and sophisticated stuff I can find at IKEA...is that gentrifi.....whatever you call it?
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