. . . just because an Interstate Highway cut a swath through the farms in America's Heartland. Is that any reason to say GOODBY, MISS TURLOCK? Of course not. During American's Golden Age, spinsters did not feel pressured to marry the "Petersons" of this World, secure in the knowledge that they could always thrive by teaching generations of farm kids in a one room schoolhouse FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD. However, "T. Hardy" became venomous, sinking his fangs into Rural Americana with a vengeance. Aided and abetted by all the Red Commie KGB agents in the Ice-and-Hover Administration, urban plotters soon initiated their nefarious scheme to rid bedrock America of its one-room school backbone by gobbling up all the family farmland for concrete truck routes, forcing farmers to send their kids to sprawling, spineless inner-city institutions. No wonder the school mistress is tearing up when the narrator here bids her "GOODBYE, MISS TURLOCK."
Review of Goodbye, Miss Turlock
