As a time machine type of exercise, envision being transported back to a muggy summer evening in 1930s heartland America where a group is gathered at tables set up in a churchyard. Percolating through the trees in the yard is the ripple of conversation and occasional chuckle at a rib-tickler. A main attraction may have been scoops of hand-cranked vanilla ice cream, the vapors of which could mingle with a faint scent of lavender from the ladies and the soapy smell of men who had scrubbed up for the occasion. All seems peaceable in this snapshot of life in a country where the citizens are safe and free.
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