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In late winter on the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, Zach Mariweather is ending his sixth month on the job at the local and only radio station in Ironwood. He is anxious knowing that in a few weeks he will be leaving Ironwood in search of a more lucrative job. He’s had some leads and is looking forward to his new beginning. Having just graduated from college he had come to the region for a summer vacation before starting his search for employment. He is a recent graduate of journalism school in… Continue

This world has made me feel kinda like a hot dog. It stays in that package with his hot dog buddies. It never complains about it cramped quarters or that other hot dogs may be made from better parts. That hot dog knows he can be eaten right out of the pack, nuked in the microwave, boiled or barbequed but he never wavers. He Just keeps his place in line and waits, knowing he could be smothered in chili, onions, cheese, and knowing he’ll eventually be ingested and end up going to pot with the… Continue

As a young lad I would sit at breakfast eat sausage and often wondered if the pig died in vain. Even at a young age I knew my life was nothing more than a vessel that would eventually lead to death. More than anything, I didn’t want to die in vain. On one particular Saturday morning I asked, “Why don’t we ever have eggs for breakfast?”

My mother replied, “Because we’re having chicken for supper and I’m afraid they might be related and I don’t want to be responsible for the genocide of a… Continue