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Like Time Traveling Back To the 1950s
A place stuck in time
Chapter 5
“So what’s it like living in Nebraska?”
I was talking on the phone with my long-time friend Greg. Back in the late 1980s Greg and I were neighbors living high up in the Sangre de Christo mountains of Northern New Mexico. We worked together as stone masons while our wives sang together in a two-woman rock and roll band. I left New Mexico in the 1990s but we’ve remained close friends ever since.
“What’s it like living in Nebraska?” I repeated the question for emphasis. “It’s like time traveling back to the 1950s”
“What?”
“Seriously. This place is exactly the same as it was back in the Fifties. It hasn’t changed one iota. And the collective mass consciousness of the people here hasn’t changed at all since the Fifties, either. Everyone is still fighting the communists in their heads. The Cold War is still alive and well here. And, of course, to the people here commies are anyone who is not a white Christian Republican. This town regularly votes 99%+ Republican in every election. Rush Limbaugh is considered a god, Archie Bunker is considered a folk hero and Donald Trump is considered a messiah.”
“Holy shit. Yikes. Is it really that bad?”
