The bicen-quinquagenary is coming, and I find I'm not as anxious about it any more. The regime's efforts are falling epically flat, duds all, while remarkably reflective things are appearing everywhere. Their pallid lack of imagination is inspiring a new birth of creativity, just the critical recommitment the American experiment needs at 250! This dizzying array of cookie cutters at the "Adirondacks' Most General Store" clinched it for me. Only in America, I thought! They can't contain this teeming multitude in their one narrow cookie cutter version of America. We're already making cookies in anarchic profusion.
