There are no sooty coal mines underneath the steep, foliage-shrouded streets of Mount Airy, no Formica-wrapped diner where men in flannel shirts and steel-toed load up on painfully bitter coffee and heaping platters of cholesterol while dissecting last night’s “Hannity,” no driveways where an
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The Badlands and Everything After 