Slap Shot in Flood City
Slap Shot — the rare sports comedy about capitalism's transition from Fordism to FIRE industries! — doesn’t give a shit about winning.
Slap Shot — the rare sports comedy about capitalism's transition from Fordism to FIRE industries! — doesn’t give a shit about winning.
As I reflect on Pennsylvania today, however, I must conclude that this commonwealth in which I reside has gotten much too far away from its origins as a sanctuary for the oppressed.
Centralia became an attraction for both horror movie fans and ordinary people fascinated by the story.
A poem by Clare Welsh.
On a ghost town, a garbage dump, and Pennsylvania's forever fire.
The center didn’t hold. Things fell apart. For the second time in its history, a faith was betrayed and the gates of Eden were soldered shut.
Touring the area my grandmother grew up, only a few hints of the coal mining history remain.
Tuesday was just an average day in Donora and vicinity, when nothing particularly special happened. Nothing, that is, except a confluence of weather conditions that would place an environmental lid on the valley.
On Families, Department Stores, and America
A cut through the layers of America past and present in the historic steel town of Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.
The language at times was tinted with ominous undertones.
The past, present, and future coexist simultaneously in Sharpsburg, and for the moment, one hasn’t pushed the other out.