Still Looking for that Homeland Everyone Talks About
Mother Davis puts down the map and gazes out at the horizon as she explains,
For almost four years now, I have been looking in vain. I have walked across America, from town to town, through the prairies, over the mountains. I have been in the desert. I have slipped through the swamps and climbed the once-great receeding glaciers of our land. Even out in Hawaii, I have followed the signs of the giant nomadic albatross to lost caves and craven beach resorts. I have breathed in the smog of our nation and found the last reserves of clean air.
Still, I have not found my quarry, which is as mysterious to me today as the first day, long ago, when I heard of its existence and determined that I would get there. Today, it seems more like some mythical Shangri-la than a real place, but still all our nation’s leaders keep talking about it, so surely it must exist.
Picking up her walking stick again,