Culture? What Culture?

The I-5 freeway that runs between Los Angeles and San Francisco is a long, straight stretch of road. The landscape is bordered to the west by barren mountains whose brown, deceptively smooth folds, like loose skin, belie a rugged terrain.

For almost half the length of this 500-odd mile road, as far as the eye can see to the east, are constant green splashes of farming






As soon as I realized that I didn't need meat to survive or to be in good health, I began to see how forlorn it all is. If only we had a different mentality about the drama of the cowboy and the range and all the rest of it. It's a very romantic notion, an entrenched part of American culture, but I've seen, for example, pigs waiting to be slaughtered, and their hysteria and panic was something I shall never forget.

Cloris Leachman