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There is a restlessness on the
edges of the country that is perfectly mirrored in the complacency of
middle America. Here, members of a new Lost Generation resign themselves
to predictable lives, and fill their days with idle pastimes. Driving
through the small towns of the midwest, there are signs of the deep
roots that people have put down, the ways that they have inherited and
perpetuated long family traditions, and the tragic emptiness when those
traditions are abandoned. |