Американские боги
Chapter 10
Whatarewinterrunaways?"
"Mm."Theoldmanpushedhiswoolencapabovehisears,rubbedhistemplewithapinkforefinger."Well,itain’tuniquetoLakeside—we’reagoodtown,betterthanmost,butwe’renotperfect.Somewinters,well,maybeakidgetsabitstir-crazy,whenitgetssocoldthatyoucan’tgoout,andthesnow’ssodrythatyoucan’tmakesomuchasasnowballwithoutitcrumblingaway…"
"Theyrunoff?"
Theoldmannodded,gravely."Iblamethetelevision,showingallthekidsthingsthey’llneverhave—DallasandDynastyandBeverlyHillsandHawaiiFive-O,allofthatnonsense.I’venothadatelevisionsincethefallof’83,exceptforablack-and-whitesetIkeepintheclosetforiffolkcomeinfromoutoftownandthere’sabiggameon."
"CanIgetyouanything,Hinzelmann?"
"Notcoffee.Givesmeheartburn.Justwater."Hinzelmannshookhishead."Biggestprobleminthispartoftheworldispoverty.NotthepovertywehadintheDepressionbutsomethingmorein…what’stheword,meansitcreepsinattheedges,likecock-a-roaches?"
"Insidious?"
"Yeah.Insidious.Logging’sdead.Mining’sdead.Touristsdon’tdrivefurthernorththantheDells,’ceptforahandfulofhuntersandsomekidsgoingtocamponthelakes—andtheyaren’tspendingtheirmoneyinthetowns."
"Lakesideseemskindofprosperous,though.
