In Search of Joe Bolton
by Charlotte Allyn
There are American flags on every street in Cadiz, Kentucky, a small town in Trigg County. The town is small, with basic stores: a grocery, an antique store, a flower shop, a hardware store, a couple of bars. It is well maintained. I went there in the summer of 2013 to learn more about the poet Joe Bolton, who was born there. I didn’t stay long. There’s not much to see, and I spent more time driving around the surrounding farmlands, dotted with old cemeteries roamed by cows and horses then I did in the town.
An interview with the Local Animal Communicator
by Catherine Sinow
Admitted Students Day, 2013: a cloudy weekend when I took in all the old buildings that would envelop me for the next four years. Walking down Tejon, my mom pointed to a sign in front of an office building. Alongside the offices of tax lawyers and massage therapists was “Linda Nija Nations, MA: Psychotherapist [and] Animal Communicator.” My mom laughed as I stroked my chin in curiosity. Two years later, I gave Linda a call.
A branch on the Rink Family Tree
by Charlie Theobald
The rink is a wide-open oval, and one loop around measures just under a tenth of a mile. On Friday night at Skate City on North Academy, the floor is flooded with dozens of skaters. They are mostly teenagers, local middle and high school students. Some hold hands as they skate while others skate backwards, turn and skate forwards, trade handshakes and flirt. They are suddenly dexterous, graceful and intuitive. The smallest children, guided by their parents, wear skates so square and plastic they resemble Fisher-Price toys.
The buried threat of our nonexistence
by Sarah Hamilton
On July 16, 1945, the radio frequency that the United States military was using to broadcast the countdown to the Trinity Test suffered interference from a local radio station. As a result of a strange fluke, the commanding officers of the operation heard strains from Tchaikovsky’s “Serenade for Strings” broadcasted through the control bunker as the final seconds expired and the bomb dropped, six miles away—the first detonation of a nuclear weapon in the United States. Stepping outside...