WHERE IS MY AMERICA?

It was the frigid winter of 1975, oil prices had skyrocketed, and I had moved back home with my mother, four brothers and two sisters. The house was a modest, four bedroom two story clapboard heated by an oil furnace. In October of that year, Mom assembled a family meeting to ask whether we wanted her to buy groceries or oil for the heater that winter. She wouldn't be able to afford both. Petroleum prices were rising higher than we'd ever seen them, and there was no indication they would go back down. It didn't take long for us to decide that we could keep warm with blankets and space…