Questions I contemplate sitting in the saddle

For the past week plus of riding over 800 miles through New York, Pennsylvania, and Ohio, I had plenty of time to think, to contemplate important things. Instead, I contemplated stupid things and thought of things I can't explain. Some sound like petty grudges, but likely it still means I can't explain them. I didn't solve much, but perhaps if I lay them out you might have answers for me: Most have to do with what was right in front of me across the top of my handlebars all week: Such as: Why does this statue look like it came from a romance novel? 1. What makes a prosperous area become a poor one? I rode through a lot of areas on my trip that have seen better days. Large areas of the state of New York look like their best days are well behind them. You can tell by the architecture of the buildings that some of the homes, when they were built a hundred to a hundred fifty years ago, were impressive. Beautiful brick homes, with porches, towers, and other features that...