By Jennifer Gelman
I'm not asking you to accept Chenoa, Ill., as the Crossroads of Opportunity, even if it is on historic Route 66.
But as I drove down country roads last Friday, thinking about the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, Chenoa suddenly seemed like an OK place to be.
Whatever unspeakable ecological catastrophe looms, won't we always be able to raise a few chickens or goats in the heartland, in towns with names like Chenoa or Strawn or Forrest?



