That cricket poem was interesting.Leaving aside the quality of the verse, I am interested that someone was writing a poem hymning local cricket players in America. Living as we now do in the shadow of Big Macs and George Bushes, I am bound to ask where did it all go wrong? Here is conclusive evidence that there used to be vestiges of culture in the late colonies. Has it all been wiped out, or are there still any pockets of resistance, still twenty two men in white flannels somewhere in Michigan forming a pitiful but brave nucleus round which a civilised nation could be reborn?