Was upgraded to a turnpike in the 1830s everybody wanted to have access because it meant you were connected. You were part of the economy not only the regional to national economy. The merchant on main street and lexington couldnt have been selling tea without the road. There is a much greater appreciation for the role of the road in peoples lives established homes and businesses and who are able to conduct business because of the road. Again, the idea is to take infrastructure in the road for granted. For more information on book tv presented lexington and the other cities visited by the vehicles go to cspan. Org. Publisher adam and mark argued that americas intellectual habits are in decline. In audible conversations can we begin to . Welcome everybody. May i be heard . [inaudible conversations] have though everybody. Link back i like a captive audience but this feels like a captive panel. Welcome, everybody and thank you for coming. Am i over amplified . Welcome to the Panel Discuss
There was one tiny clue that didnt fit at all. The inscription said, love always, cori and ryan. So they wanted to find out whos ryan . Whos cori . Said thats like looking for a needle in a haystack. The trail would lead hundreds of miles away to a chilling piece of evidence. That mustve been a shocker to have it cross your desk . Pretty much sends a chill down your spine. I killed someone. He was older. I loved it. Pretty scary. A sinister story, but not even it revealed the whole, twisted truth. I know what happened. No one will believe me. Its like, is this really happening . I didnt think i could feel so much anger. Reporter it was late, past midnight, when the farmhouse loomed up in their headlights. No sign of life. Not to them, anyway. He hit the brakes. This was the place. They grabbed their weapons, headed for the house. A window unlocked. Pay dirt. The prairie takes on a sweet, rolling pitch as it tucks into a nebraska corner an hour south of omaha. Here the rich black soil h
Didnt fit at all. The inscription said, love always, cori and ryan. So they wanted to find out whos ryan . Whos cori . Said thats like looking for a needle in a haystack. The trail would lead hundreds of miles away to a chilling piece of evidence. That mustve been a shocker to have it cross your desk . Pretty much sends a chill down your spine. I killed someone. He was older. I loved it. Pretty scary. A sinister story, but not even it revealed the whole, i know what happened. No one will believe me. Its like, is this really happening . I didnt think i could feel midnight, when the farmhouse loomed up in their headlights. No sign of life. Not to them, anyway. He hit the brakes. This was the place. They grabbed their weapons, headed for the house. A window unlocked. Pay dirt. The prairie takes on a sweet, rolling pitch as it tucks into a nebraska corner an hour south of omaha. Here the rich black soil has grown solid and faithful american. A tiny remnant who have planted themselves in an
No sign of life. Not to them, anyway. He hit the brakes. This was the place. They grabbed their weapons, headed for the house. A window unlocked. Pay dirt. The prairie takes on a sweet, rolling pitch as it tucks into a nebraska corner an hour south of omaha. Here the rich black soil has grown solid and faithful american. A tiny remnant who have planted themselves in and around a place called murdock, the sort of place where heads turn when a stranger drives by. And a familys name is carved on it was Easter Sunday, 2006. A big farm yard and like every year, an Easter Egg Hunt. Grandma and papas yard. Reporter or mom and dad to tami who brought her own son, like always. They found their easter eggs. They found their Easter Baskets. Mom always made every individual Easter Basket special to that child. Reporter they were like generous, steady, always there for their children. The eldest steve and daughter tami, the youngest andy. They were loving parents. I dont think they ever missed a ga
But this case wasnt closed. There was one tiny clue that didnt fit at all. The inscription said, love always, cori and ryan. Whos ryan . Whos cori . Said thats like looking for a needle in a haystack. The trail would lead hundreds of miles away to a chilling piece of evidence. That mustve been a shocker to have it cross your desk . Pretty much sends a chill down your spine. I killed someone. He was older. I loved it. Pretty scary. A sinister story, but not even it revealed the whole, twisted truth. I know what happened. No one will believe me. Its like, is this really happening . I didnt think i could feel so much anger. Reporter it was late, past midnight, when the farmhouse loomed up in their headlights. No sign of life. Not to them, anyway. He hit the brakes. This was the place. They grabbed their weapons, headed for the house. A window unlocked. Pay dirt. The prairie takes on a sweet, rolling pitch as it tucks into a nebraska corner an hour south of omaha. Here the rich black soil