NOTIONS: Beyond the biased barriers of Beaver Cleaverville
I grew up on the outskirts of Omaha, Neb.; Lafayette and Fort Wayne. Each time we moved, we wound up near the line where the suburbs met the farm fields. For a kid, this had advantages. You could ride your bike down miles of country roads, hike through newly plowed furrows or climb through construction sites after the Amish workers had called it a day. Mostly, you watched one world advance and the other retreat. The houses in our neighborhoods…