Michael Malone - Weebly

petition was signed to preserve Dingley Falls from the
horror of a new economic future. Then had come a
spate of muckraking and mudslinging which no doubt
everyone involved had enjoyed immensely. One day
she'd asked Ernest Ransom what had ever happened to
the connector, but his answer, as usual, was no answer.
Hard to believe, though, that a man who still worked at
his grandfather's desk, who ate off his great-greatgrandmother's
dishes, who kept solvent St. Andrew's
Church, the academy, the library, and the Historical
Society, that Ernest Bredforet Ransom would sell his
family's land to the government. True, Ernie had always
been a little mentally ossified, a truckler to anything
established, indeed a man with no more ethical
imagination than a park statue, but all the less likely that
he'd leave himself open to criticism by allowing a bunch
of Washington idiots to sneak in and set up a missile site
or anything else that might be destroying the ecological
balance or causing cancer or pushing Dingley Falls way
up on the Russians' hit list, not right next door to the
man's hometown. Of course, it was possible that Polly
Hedgerow was deluded, or lying, or could have her