Monthly Archives: August 2009
Two men stand, fists clenched, inside a ring formed by other men. The other men cheer the two men on, while the man knocks another man down. Nearby, at an overpass, several boys throw sand and shout the word queer … Continue reading
I have my copy pre-ordered; you should too.
On the night Darla died, Wayne was sitting at the kitchen table, washing down a couple of her Percocets with a cold Budweiser, when it he slapped him like a strip of leather across his bearded cheek. He knew. That’s … Continue reading
Would anyone have complained if it was Krispy Kreme? PENSACOLA, Fla. — Dr. Jason Newsom railed against burgers, french fries, fried chicken and sweet tea in his campaign to promote better eating in a part of the country known as … Continue reading
Here's something to think about: how many pissed-off middle and lower-class people, not just Appalachian natives, are out there? Quite a few, I'd guess. And we don't have to wonder about how they feel, because articles like this one by … Continue reading
After eight straight sunny days, with bare clavicles pink-tinted as candy canes, Pike Street people keep thinking positive in wrap-around Vuarnet sunglasses, especially the Wallingford gals with teardrop frames and pinafores, down at the Public Fish Market. Rhinestone barnacles cling … Continue reading
I don't want to take away from Gabriel's great story, but I had to post this, which is a nifty resource for hearing Appalachian speech (if you don't already live there or don't hear it regularly). Welcome to this website … Continue reading