fundtalker123 wrote:Yeah, where else does every town have a mcdonalds, taco bell, walmart, walgreens, home depot, and exxon station. Nice to know you can always get everything you need.
Here's how Sinclair Lewis's character, the "poet" Chum Frink, puts it in his 1922 novel, Babbitt. When he is lonely when traveling, this is what he does. No McDonalds, to be sure, but "french-fried spuds" everywhere:
But when I get that lonely spell,
I simply seek the best hotel,
no matter in what town I be—
St. Paul, Toledo, or K.C.,
in Washington, Schenectady,
in Louisville or Albany.
And at that inn it hits my dome
that I again am right at home.
If I should stand a lengthy spell
in front of that first-class hotel,
that to the drummers loves to cater,
across from some big film theayter;
if I should look around and buzz,
and wonder in what town I was,
I swear that I could never tell!
For all the crowd would be so swell,
in just the same fine sort of jeans
they wear at home, and all the queens
with spiffy bonnets on their beans,
and all the fellows standing round
a-talkin’ always, I’ll be bound,
the same good jolly kind of guff,
‘bout autos, politics and stuff
and baseball players of renown
that Nice Guys talk in my home town!
Then when I entered that hotel,
I’d look around and say, “Well, well!”
For there would be the same news-stand,
same magazines and candies grand,
same smokes of famous standard brand,
I’d find at home, I’ll tell!
And when I saw the jolly bunch
come waltzing in for eats at lunch,
and squaring up in natty duds
to platters large of French Fried spuds,
why then I’d stand right up and bawl,
“I’ve never left my home at all!”
And all replete I’d sit me down
beside some guy in derby brown
upon a lobby chair of plush,
and murmur to him in a rush,
“Hello, Bill, tell me, good old scout,
how is your stock a-holdin’ out?”
Then we’d be off, two solid pals,
a-chatterin’ like giddy gals
of flivvers, weather, home, and wives,
lodge-brothers then for all our lives!
So when Sam Satan makes you blue,
good friend, that’s what I’d up and do,
for in these States where’er you roam,
you never leave your home sweet home.
Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen nineteen and six, result happiness; Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds ought and six, result misery.