Fiddling While Rockford Burns

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Driving past the strip malls and big-box stores of East State Street, watching cars dart in and out of 40-acre parking lots as their occupants desperately take advantage of the after-Christmas sales, I have to wonder whether Thoreau could ever have conceived of a day when “the games and amusements of mankind” consisted primarily of buying, on credit, cheap Chinese-made products at Wal-Mart.

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