Rocket Fuel, on the Pennsylvania Border

        i.   cornAfter enough corn fields Istart to get a sense for howthe folks who grow the corn tofeed the cows who fart out thecorn to be breathed in by thebirds of the sky and the beasts of the field          —America’s rocket fuel—learn to tell the differencebetween one earand the next         ii.   moonMy dad watched the space […]