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In article <1993Jan26.194557.16426@cas.org> jac54@cas.org () writes:
>In article <1993Jan26.172037.2804@adobe.com> cjackson@adobe.com (Curtis Jackson) writes:
>>In article <1993Jan26.120132.21873@cas.org> jac54@cas.org () writes:
>
>	This is exactly what I was getting at.  Life is good for some
>	Americans in some parts of the country.  What about the poor
>	counties of Mississippi, what about the areas where the life
>	expectancy of African-American men is lower that of the
>	average Bangladeshi male?

Could you post those counties and their life expectancies. I have Bangladesh
listed as 54 years expected for males, US as 70+ for black males. (World
Almanac, 1993)

>	There are of course, no decent butchers, bakers, or brewers
>	anywhere else.  Why can't one get a decent French loaf anywhere
>	in the U.S.?  Simple enough, you can't get the right grain.  I

There are a couple of bakeries in SF that make excellent French bread,
according to our next-door neighbors (French, one from Calais, one from
Marseille).

>	used to live round the corner from a Thai grocery in Berlin
>	and about a block from the nearest Vietnamese restaurant.  I
>	also had access to a cheese counter offering over 1500 kinds
>	of cheese.  We didn't have the many Japanese in town now that
>	I think of it...

You should be careful here to compare metropolitan areas with metropolitan
areas. If you are comparing Berlin with San Francisco, in our little
10 block stretch of Clement, we have Korean, Chinese, French, Vietnamese,
German, Persian, etc, restuarants, groceries, etc, along with the book shops,
coffee shops, etc.

>>And, yes, Iowa is horrible, but America is so huge and diverse (despite
>>the raging on-slaught of generic television and fast food franchises)
>>that one can choose to live in some place almost, but not quite,
>>completely unlike Iowa, yet remain in the same country.
>
>	To put it another way, life is good, provided you can go where
>	the good life is.

Same is true in Europe.

Mike
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Disclaimer - These opinions are not so much opinions, as pearls of wisdom. Any-
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deficient, weak-willed, inconsequential, namby-pamby tool of some vague but
conveniently defined conspiracy, or b) my wife.