August 24, 2020
By Arthur H.Gunther III
This painting of mine is rural America, where predictability, reliability, routine are the melody for living.
Conservatism, fear of government overreach service, Pony Express on, a life-stream of letters, parcels, farm equipment parts, seed, baby chicks, then medicine and whatever few checks might come in retirement.
From this house, still catching the light of awesome land, a family, then a man and wife, then perhaps just the woman, would go to the general store to mail something but also to gather a bit with far-flung neighbors in the decency of shared existence.
Now, so far away in Lobbyville, D.C., in the special-interest section at what was once the People’s House, a wink comes to make metal boxes in blue disappear from the country store, from city and suburban corners, too.
Decency no longer has first-class postage.
The writer is a retired newspaperman. firstname.lastname@example.org