By Bryson Keltner
I stepped on to the hot, busy streets to the sound of car horns and Arabic.
By Bryson Keltner
I stepped on to the hot, busy streets to the sound of car horns and Arabic.
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.