J. B. Jackson (1985) continues to point out the peculiar quirk in our national character that causes us to over-celebrate individuality, and to thus minimize the role played by cities, towns, and work communities in the formation of American character, life, and landscape.

He newspapered his way through the South on the sports beat, avoiding dry towns.

The arresting officer asked the suspect for his details.

The one and two and three that everlives and reigns forever in three, two, and one, by nothing compassed, all-ecompassing, three times was heralded by every spirit so melodiously that anyone would find his merits fully rewarded there.