“The way the truth of it hits you is less white-lighting whisky more the slow arrival of fall in a place that knows little of hard, dug-in winters. Here we are southerners playing North, Appalachians denying everything by the salvation… — D.A. Lockhart Copy Share Image
“Because history begins by hammering chalk lines onto sand and clay and only stops when the last bank of lights goes out for another… — D.A. Lockhart Copy Share Image
“Concession to concession, this night is ours. With lots of blueprint houses burning their brick-base settler dream into the land Tecumseh died for.” — D.A. Lockhart Copy Share Image
“Our memories and the songs that carry them forward to the next generations speak to the manner of where we have come from, construct… — D.A. Lockhart Copy Share Image
“The way the truth of it hits you is less white-lighting whisky more the slow arrival of fall in a place that knows little… — D.A. Lockhart Copy Share Image
