By Sally Jean Wegert
Tucked away on the outskirts of Western Kentucky University’s campus is a community that does things differently. There, the right decision is not always what is easiest, or even necessarily what is most cost-effective, but what is “best practice,” meaning whatever has the highest return on investment and the least environmental impact.
Story and Photos by Jodi Camp
Flames reached 40 to 50 feet in the air as firefighters spent 12 hours trying to get the fire under control. Their worry was to keep the blaze from spreading to the rest of the businesses on the block.
Story and Photos by Jodi Camp
Walking down Main Street in Hopkinsville, an average looking man on the sidewalk has people honking and waving at him from their cars or stopping to get out of their cars to talk to him.
(About this story: Author Austin Rutland conducted some interviews for this story in American Sign Language. Please note that Deaf with a capital “D” is commonly used to refer to people and communities that use American Sign Language as their primary language, while deaf with a lowercase “d” is used in correlation to auditory status and deaf/hard of hearing individuals that use English as their primary language.)
By Austin Rutland
Noah Hancock sits at the dining room table, piled high with food and decorations, during Christmas dinner with his family. The table is set for 10, and his mother, grandparents, aunts and uncles, and cousins begin to fill their plates with food.
By Jacob Dick
The drive into Breathitt County can take a while from the western side of Kentucky, or at least the scenery makes it feel that way. Driving on the Hal Rogers Parkway for 59 miles at an incline with wooded hills on either side has a way of distorting time. The same smattering of oaks, elms, and the occasional pine welcome drivers at a slight angle as they climb the hills into coal country.
By Jamie Williams
My friends aren’t famous to the public by any means, but they’re definitely more famous than me. After being one of thousands of viewers of their online gaming channels for years, and then being trusted enough to moderate those viewers for them, we met for the first time in person at a convention in Indianapolis. They were featured guests; I was a fan who paid to see them.
By Bryson Keltner
Nestled on winding Highway 68 between Edmonton and Sulphur Well, there is a landmark. It does not bear a monument, nor does it have historical significance. It is a small, white building dividing the hills of cow pastures and hay fields in Metcalfe County, Kentucky. It is 10 miles from anywhere else with a cash register and it stands next door to a recycling center that some call a junk yard. Its beacon is a letter-slider marquee, bought from a Dairy Queen that went out of business in a neighboring town.
By Bryson Keltner
In the outskirts of Lawrenceburg, Tennessee, her house is surrounded by farmland. Her carport is painted red. A cement Tennessee Volunteer dog sits by the front door–it weighs more than her. That’s Ruth Kelly’s house.
By John Reecer
It’s a typical Sunday afternoon and, just like any other day in Tompkinsville, Kentucky, there aren’t too many cars on the roads.
By John Reecer
One by one, each student nervously walked up to the principal of Monroe County High School to receive their high school diploma. Their hearts and minds were full of countless emotions as their adult lives stretched out before them.
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