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Across the street, was the answer, right next to Ernest Tubb's music shop. As Nick and I crossed the cracked pavement in this fast-crumbling section of town, with the heart, the old Opry building, cut right out of it and transplanted into the wide open spaces of chain motels and highway interchanges--transmogrified into another exhibit in a Disney vision of Country Muzak land--we saw the lights of a glowing juke joint called the Wheel...
...remember leaving for Lawrence before noon, with my brother beside me--cradled in the car's flabby front seat. The pavement stretches bone dry in the morning sun, and the light skims the top of every rise. We've just quarreled and I feel like doing something rash, to vent my anger. My brother knows a lot about cars, and he has worked on this one, patching its brittle sides, but the mechanical parts are too worn for salvage. I shouldn't abuse it with him along...
...THIS NOTION settles in my mind like a scrap of paper: I want to make all thirty miles in thirty minutes. The ungainly metal hull lurches forward, chattering like a rattlesnake, then shifting into a resonant moan. A small cloud of dust churns at my brother's feet--the pavement shows through a hole in the floor of the car--and he glares at it as though that's all that irks...
...such dehumanizing circumstances. The first day that Dan Sizemore drives Vecsey to the mine shaft where hundreds work, the reporter is amazed by the roads. Driving through Appalachia plays hell on a car, anyway--mud and garbage all over, trucks barreling around tortuous curves without guard rails, heaved-up pavement everywhere. But the drive from the Sizemore house to the Big Ridge mine is frightful, and ends on a dirt road so bombed out that any vehicle cuts its life in half driving on it every day (when the execs visit they drive company cars, and the road...
...little blond boy of about four chants in his mother's arms, "Who's got the money? Who makes the rules? Kids can't learn in racist schools." Suddenly the march halts. It creeps forward. There is a spasmodic jerk back. A spray of placards spumes to the pavement. All is quiet. Then it erupts...