I can only guess, then, that Dan Casey, when he drives south out of Roanoke (or into downtown Roanoke for that matter) is pleased as punch with the desolation he sees, desolation that was once, not long ago, a thriving part of America, with jobs aplenty. How pleased he must be that so many factories and homes in the area have succumbed to weeds and vermin. Weeds being, you see, "quaint."
And as for opportunity?
Hey, that's for someone else to worry about. He's got his. To hell with everyone else.
"It's a word that calls to mind quaint images of Americana hamlets, with a post office, a butcher, a barber shop, a church, some stables and perhaps a small school.Spare me.
"Artist Norman Rockwell painted such villages and the people in them. At one time he might have considered ..."