Jonathan Daniels

We talked in July, a long time over beer in an Atlanta hotel where they charge you more than they do anywhere else in the South and sneer at you for paying it. I watched a pretty woman light a cigarette, blow out the smoke, and laugh behind it. But w [...]

"We calls it mikal," said the dirty old man, grinning and pleased to be asked an old question. "It's same as ison glass." But the late sun makes it gold. For miles about King's Mountain, where the Carolinas meet and where there wa [...]