I had a conversation with a former professor of mine once—she taught anthropology, if that lends any credit to what I’m about to tell you—about a suburb of Savannah, Georgia called Pooler. She said that if you took someone from any part of America and dropped them off in the middle of Pooler, Georgia, they would have no idea what state they were in. The apartment complexes, outdoor shopping malls, industrial parks and an air of pedestrian unfriendliness give Pooler anonymity. They make it exactly like any other suburb of the same size. They also mark it (and every other place like it) as patently American.