Black Eyed Kid Story: This happened in 2016, not long after I moved into my place in Radford, Virginia. At the end of my street sits a small park, the kind you barely notice in daylight and try not to look at after dark. I was pulling in from a long work trip at about…
It was a warm summer night in 1963, the kind where the air hung thick and heavy, and the cicadas droned like a feverish choir in the trees. I was tucked into the passenger seat of my boyfriend’s old Chevy, the headlights slicing through the ink-black darkness as we wound our way up the switchbacks…
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