King Coal and the West Virginia Mine Wars Museum
Wilma Steele sits on her screened porch and watches the last of the apples fall from her tree. It’s a beautiful, crisp day in Mingo County, West Virginia.
Wilma Steele sits on her screened porch and watches the last of the apples fall from her tree. It’s a beautiful, crisp day in Mingo County, West Virginia.
News of the Rust Belt from around the world, brought to you weekly by the staff of Belt Magazine. November 2-8, 2015
In light of their efforts to attract the stores, restaurants, and vibrant night-life essential for remaking the downtown riverfront, Wheeling officials would have gladly changed places with Betty Esper, Homestead’s mayor ...
From inside, nothing can be seen. The stores are open, everything seems basically the same. Then there are groans and, after those, screams.
I saw a dinosaur carcass the other day in the driveway of an abandoned house on a side street off St. Clair Avenue. It was a dark green Ford LTD with a tattered brougham roof peeled back to the rusted metal.
It’s time to tell the stories of Flint. That’s stories of Flint, mind you, not story, because there is no one story, no singular narrative that can define the Vehicle City.
News of the Rust Belt from around the world, brought to you weekly by the staff of Belt Magazine. Links from October 26 - November 1, 2015.
As with the Renaissance of the 1950s, community leaders in the region’s smaller cities sought to copy Pittsburgh’s relative success in reinventing itself as a high-tech, post-industrial hub ...
Sometime around 9 p.m., a hollow-eyed corpse in coveralls will appear on the balcony overlooking a 1,000-odd patrons dancing in place in the 40-degree Ohio evening.
Rust Belt Questionnaire - The questions below were developed by a “team of experts” to quantify Rust Belt literacy. Literacy has been shown to be an important word to mention.
I was intrigued when my old friend Bill told me he had gotten a new job as an editor at a magazine based in Cleveland. I was more intrigued when he told me the title of the magazine and its subject matter -- the “Rust Belt.”
“I’m going to be working from Germany for the summer,” I told everyone this April. “Ooh, Berlin?” was the universal reply. “No,” I would reply, savoring the weirdness of the word I was about to pronounce: “Gelsenkirchen.”