nonetheless. To the northwest, the clouds were angry and swirling, and we saw great spidery fingers of lightning flashing there. But the territory we traveled was untroubled. There were farms by the side of the road, uniform and flat and fertile, a sign at the edge of one field that read, GET U.S. OUT OF THE UNITED NATIONS. The John Birch Society. On the radio, the so-called Christians were going
