“I know what this is: it’s America,” I joked to my friend as the jumbotron at Madison Square Garden displayed mountain streams, hay bales in the backs of trucks, notable bridges and radiant wheat threshers mowing a field at the golden hour. As if to confirm my comment, the leathery face of a young cowboy appeared onscreen and solemnly delivered his only line: “America”. Yes, any suspicions the crowd might have had were calmed, and we could now take comfort…
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