During Thanksgiving break, I was driving along a backroad somewhere in Virginia and saw a billboard for the Virginia zoo. Then an image of a man popped in my head. He was of medium stature, had a beer belly that jiggled when he laughed, and wrinkles from working long days in the sun. He was missing a tooth or two, and had a scraggly beard streaked with gray. His overalls had stains and his hands were dirty—he had obviously come from work. He’s standing in front of the Giraffe exhibit. He turns to a boy standing beside him and says, “Well Junior, just look at the neck on that chicken.” And the boy says, “He’d make a mighty fine lunch.” And because I know this situation is highly plausible in that area of Virginia and other ares like it, I mourn for the downfall of the American Education system.