Christian and Lea Andrade March/April 1988 The rise of New America Home Some hustle, not much bustle. Every morning around 8:30, after feeding the chickens—Brahmas, Rhode Island Reds, Barred Rocks—and human guests of assorted plumage, Christian Andrade drives his battered pickup five and a half miles to
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