Many years ago Susan and I visited Chicago to visit relatives and to do a museum crawl. We navigated to Columbus Foods to buy bulk soapmaking supplies. It was a bad looking neighborhood. Creepy, Scary. The house next door had chain link with razor wire around the top and pit bulls on the porch. We rang the bell and had to talk through an intercom. They told us to get back in our car, leave the way we came without taking any side streets, and phone in an order. We also lived in Eastern Kentucky for several years and that looks quite familiar. Poverty, welfare, alcoholism, Mountain Dew teeth, and now Fentanyl. Holy Crap. There is a lot of beauty in Eastern Kentucky and we have some great memories, but we also saw too much of the trouble there, too.
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