I spend the night just south of Youngstown. All day I had in my head the great song about Youngstown, the most expressive piece of art I know about these “rust belt” towns. Once they were iron, now rust.
I spend the night just south of Youngstown. All day I had in my head the great song about Youngstown, the most expressive piece of art I know about these “rust belt” towns. Once they were iron, now rust.