frank, I think if you were to write up a script about your life on Sandhills of Nebraska you could have the basis for a pretty good TV show.
Thank you, sir, but really, it wouldn't be much different from a script about my life in the big cities, or about the socialist paradises of the workers and peasants.
The theme behind the main plot being that one person thinks that everybody else is living in a
wolkenkuckucksheim, a cloud-cuckooland, and that everybody else thinks that this same one person is living in a
wolkenkuckucksheim; I give you, for example, "the mysterious case of the primitive wrench" in the DUmping Ground, which is ongoing (something else happened today, but I haven't yet written it).
There was a television show popular during the 1960s--I've never seen it myself, only read about it--where a big-city attorney moved out into the country,
Green Acres. Things that made sense to him made no sense to anybody else, and things that made sense to everybody else made no sense to him.
Forget the rustic scenes and characters of
Green Acres; such could be played out in the big cities or in the old socialist empires just as well. Who is right, and who is wrong, we'll never know until we go to God.
