I knew I’d arrived, no matter the dark, unlit night. The radio ads cackled when my car passed into Trump Country. I lived there for only a week, a psychiatrist covering an inpatient unit in rural Western Pennsylvania. I loved the time warp there, the diners, deli’s, and pocked-marked streets that snaked up, around hills. […]
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