Flying out of Columbus today on a clear, cold day, looking at the familiar grid pattern of the farmland below, I was reminded of an enlightening conversation I actually had on a flight some years ago. The well-dressed, older woman sitting next to me, who apparently hailed from one of the coasts, was looking doubtfully at the countryside below and finally asked: “What is going on down there?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Why are those squares and rectangles on the ground?” she asked.
“Those are farms,” I explained.
“Oh,” she replied.
I know they call our neck of the woods “flyover country,” but don’t the folks on the coasts at least know what they are flying over?