The Land of Unopportunity

A portrait of Trump’s America, as painted from my childhood.

The view of the mountains from my grandparent’s barn.

I drove through my hometown of northeastern Pennsylvania late this May, on my way from one quarantine location to my actual apartment. As I drove, I felt the familiar warmth of my childhood stomping grounds pass over me. These are moments of nostalgia that warm me. A Tiger’s Jaw song on a rainy day. Antol’s ice cream…