Things that go bump in the light

Back in 2008, while hope was still alive, I was canvassing for Barack Obama in Nevada -- in a suburban area that borders the Las Vegas Strip. At first glance, the neighborhood looked idyllic.

Bright new housing developments, green parks every few blocks, wide sidewalks. I was reminded of the optimistic opening shots of many of my favorite Spielberg films.

There were kids on bikes, speeding past rows and rows of family homes, clustered close together and thick with a sense of community. But as in those films, something mysterious and unsettling lurked beneath the agreeable surface.


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