Our landmarks were the mountains and the gaps between them, old wood churches, shuttered mills, rusted-down brickyards, and a truck that coughed to a stop in the middle of a blackberry thicket in 1953 and would never, ever come to life again.
Our landmarks were the mountains and the gaps between them, old wood churches, shuttered mills, rusted-down brickyards, and a truck that coughed to a stop in the middle of a blackberry thicket in 1953 and would never, ever come to life again.