BLAH -- Buried in the Appalachian Backwoods
BLAHHHHHH! Was going to bed, but stumbled across this fine work of journalism from the Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Jessica Lynch's hometown praises local hero
Oh, OK, it's not so bad, but passages like this make me cringe:
Her grandfather Carl Lynch lives up the road from his family in a faded yellow trailer with clucking chickens running free in the front yard.
And this (about Palestine):
There are no other buildings. Just houses and rolling pastures, shacks and front yards with rusted, broken-down cars, piles of wood and miscellaneous junk. I suppose the reporter failed to notice the newer, nicer houses built along Route 14. And the new medical clinic built at the intersection of Routes 5 & 14. It's funny how your eye just gets drawn to those "rusted, broken-down cars, piles of wood and miscellaneous junk." Don't get me wrong -- I'm not denying it's there. But there are a lot of other things, too -- they just don't make a fun story to tell to the Cleveland readers.
Then there's this statement that I have doubts about:
About 900 people live in Palestine. Many just walk to the post office to pick up their mail. I'll have to see what the Brooklyn Hillbilly thinks, but unless you consider Palestine to be the entire REGION of the county referred to as Palestine, I don't see how 900 people could live there. It seems to me that would be closer to being accurate about Elizabeth, the county seat, where, by the way, residents
must go to the post office to get the mail because it's not delivered to anyone inside the town limits (except the senior citizens' apartment complex).
Also amusing to me is the statement that Palestine is "buried in the Appalachian backwoods about an hour south of the Ohio line." If about 15-20 miles from I-77 is "buried in Appalachia" to this guy -- oh dear.
Oh, sure, there's plenty positive in this story, but it's late and it's my job to be venomous and sarcastic.