Mexico, MissouriT
he program running on his phone guided him through the mountains and down onto the flat land that stretched eastward across Missouri toward the Mississippi River. This was family farm country, or it used to be many years ago when pioneer families, either by choice or chance, halted here and sank roots into the fertile black loam, raising lush crops and kids to help with the back-breaking labor required to survive. From the looks of things as Shake blew past fields of corn, sorghum, and soybeans, Big Agriculture had displaced most of those small and fiercely independent families. He saw huge combines painted John Deere green roaring across the fields, most of them bearing the logo of some national agricultural conglomerate. The farmers in bib overalls that he remembered f
