These roads! In three hundred
Years, we will never
Have these roads. And can I see the red man?
What do they look like? Are they red like
Ah! Do they have the
Same rights as A-
mericans? And who provides
security for their region?
I have heard of that, and of Martin Luther
King. And do they make a
thousand dollars a day?
know, I think you must love your
country—where are we?—because at home there are no roads like
This, no bridges like this. I
Cold makes you innovate, we cannot
innovate. In three hundred years, we
may have roads like this, but I don’t
think we will, because
somehow the world has to end.
On the Mohegan Sun Bus
With Robert of Kinshasa
by John Cotter
see Oh One Arrow