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Contrary to popular
folklore, the history of the
American West did not
begin with John Wayne.
Actually, the West preceded “The
Duke” by several weeks—at least.
In those several weeks the following
events happened:
Indians (a.k.a. Native Americans,
alias The Ancient Ones, d.b.a. People
Who Were Here First) sprouted,
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thrived, and developed culture, agriculture,
aquaculture, and hay fever. Then on Tuesday,
a whole bunch of them moved out and left
their houses to the National Park Service.
Fortunately for millions of Japanese travelers,
the style of their homes was exactly what
the park service was looking for in a Popular
Foreign Tourist Attraction.
Some of these native peoples went east (a
review of their literature reveals that some
now regret it) to greet Christopher Columbus
and invite him to Thanksgiving dinner; others
remained in the West where the air was cleaner
and they didn’t have to take their chances
on a twenty-passenger commuter flight to
Plymouth Rock, which was experiencing heavy
fog and brutal traffic snarls on I-93 anyway.
Instead, those who remained in the West were
taking their chances on a bunch of guys,
known as Frenchmen, who stunk because
they never changed their undershorts. It was
during this era that Centennial was written
by John Boy Walton. (Years later, after the
commercial jetliner had been invented, this
same author penned the first “disaster” novel,
The Bridges of Hohokam Wigwam.)
Meanwhile, the Frenchmen developed the
fur industry, taking perfectly good beavers
and turning them into coats for women back
in Baltimore, by then a growing suburb
of Plymouth Rock. Thus began the basic
economic policy of the American West:
sucking it dry by any means possible for the
benefit of people in far-distant places.
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Soon gold diggers came, followed,
in order, by sodbusters, tinhorns,
buckaroos, and Sonny and Cher. The
gold diggers threw up shantytowns
that consisted of dwellings seven feet apart,
each one looking exactly like the next: same
color, same shape, same two-buckboard garage.
Homely as they were, the building style took
hold and persists to the modern day, now
enhanced with dusk-to-dawn patio lighting.
Today we give large, barren, infertile tracts of
these dwellings names like Peachtree Corners,
Vista Perdida, and Canterbury Hills, of which
not a single descriptor is accurate except “turn
left at Elm” (which does not, of course, refer to
an actual tree).