Earl Ray Tomblin, clean

up on aisle West Virginia.

Slap a fine, repeat.



I lived in West Virginia for two years. A beautiful, wild place. A land with ancient Appalachian culture, tremendous people, resilient and molded apart. Married to this splendor and stuff, dirty coal and fracking frackers. It’s a tragic, dramatic study in contrasts, with the industry-side and the preservationists and, more often, towns, now the capital, fighting the ongoing destruction of their resources, as was the case with Dunkard’s Creek a few years back. The companies poison the well, receive a fine, and continue march to oblivion.