This is coal country, even if there?s hardly any coal anymore. The elders can name the coal veins and describe their dimensions. People will still say, ?I grew up in the patch.? That means they were raised in a cluster of company houses back in a hollow near the mouth of a mine. The kids would play king-of-the-hill on gobheaps of broken slate and mining waste.
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