its nice to think that such wholesome stuff comes from america's heart,... but then you realize that it was from stepping on the backs of united laborers everywhere (sometimes not-so-united). That reminds me of the time that me, bob, katyism, and faerie all went gallavanting about a small town in southern mississippi smelling all the wonderful (baconish) smells of people making soaps, viewing art, and just... walking. Paper Moon was cool, though.