Tag: Sundown

One day I was working from home with the French doors open to my beco, enjoying being a small part of the action while getting things done. As to not be left out, the chain-smoking neighbor was puffing away under my window all morning, filling my apartment with smoke. To add to my delight, a foul...

I’ve written before about how I was raised in a sundown town and how sundown towns still exist. There might not be signage outside modern sundown towns that read, “Whites only within city limits after dark,” but the townspeople still find ways to push ...

As a child, I was an avid reader and intensely curious. I wondered, for example, why all the land around my central Illinois hometown was so pancake flat. I wondered what the land had looked liked before the farmers came and made it an endless checkerboard of corn and soybean fields. I wondered who ...