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VDH UltraFrom Rural to Surreal—Once Small Farming Became Latifundia. Part Five

Victor Davis Hanson 6. The fornicators. I’ll be brief. Recently, I have stumbled upon a growing number of fornicators, if I may use such a term of disparagement—in cars, on blankets on the ground, on mattresses even. As the town grows closer, so the farm seems ideal for trysts. I am no Puritan, but I resent …

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VDH UltraFrom Rural to Surreal—Once Small Farming Became Latifundia: Part Four

Victor Davis Hanson 4. The Shooter. Two years ago, during record rainfall and snow melt, the ponds were full, the grass was lush, and the once-ossified cottonwood trees abruptly came back to life as they always do after the end of a drought. Ducks and geese were everywhere. Herons flew in regularly. Bullfrogs croaked all night. …

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VDH UltraFrom Rural to Surreal—Once Small Farming Became Latifundia: Part Three

Victor Davis Hanson Here are my top ten encounters of a strange kind over the last decade in what used to be the safest, most wonderful rural space in the world. 1. The Tragic Dead. Two years ago, I came upon a parked abandoned Volkswagen with a deceased person in it. This was a real tragedy …

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VDH UltraFrom Rural to Surreal—Once Small Farming Became Latifundia: Part Two 

Victor Davis Hanson The second incident was last week. I heard a bullet whiz through the almond orchard’s lower limbs. It sounded like it traveled 3 feet off the ground, about 20 yards from me. I could see that it came from a parked car about ¼ mile away. Two men from a dry pond …

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VDH UltraFrom Rural to Surreal—Once Small Farming Became Latifundia: Part One

Victor Davis Hanson For the first 50 years of my rural existence, I don’t think I encountered more than 10 trespassing cars parked in the orchards or vineyards (one a decade)—aside from the intoxicated drivers who left the main road, veered off the pavement, destroyed several trees or vines, and abandoned their automobiles or trucks …

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