False Spring

“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.” Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

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A Place of Our Own: Appalachia

I want to talk to you about Appalachia. It brings to mind images of toothless, aged creatures with dirty faces fresh from the mines, images of barefoot, barely dressed, children wearing feed sacks with barren landscape as a background, doesn’t it? Maybe, modern day stereotypes conjure images of welfare recipients, overweight, diseased people, strung out…