The red brick house sits unassumingly on a sleepy back road where the lush farmlands of northern Vermont roll quietly into Canada. This is the Morses Line border crossing, a point of entry into the United States where more than three cars an hour constitute heavy traffic.
Three cars per hour, huh? I'd just mine the whole place and be done with it.
The farmer says he's being railroaded, and he is. But it's not like anyone will do anything about it, is there?
Just ask Ms Kelo.
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