When Sam Espeland discovered I'm from Kentucky, he couldn't resist telling me about an experience he had while visiting a classmate in Tompkinsville in the mid-20th century. "The streets were dirt," he recalled. "No sidewalks." They waited by an old store until his friend saw some kids he knew riding around in a pickup. Jumping in the back, Espeland and his classmate...
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