Starkville, Mississippi

A compact, pragmatic agricultural town conjured as the locus of farm infrastructure and earthy necessity: barns and low-slung processing sheds, trucks rumbling over rutted lanes, and the sour tang of manure handling that anchors local budgets. Here the language of grants becomes tactile—concrete pipes, storage pits, and community co-ops—yet Starkville functions offstage, summoned by Washington voices to turn abstract appropriations into a specific, small‑town consequence. The name carries rural texture and political weight, transforming a line item into a vivid, locally rooted image that sharpens ridicule and moral argument.