The Rust Belt Identity

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2026-06-22 17:25:53 -

The bus from Pittsburgh to Cleveland left at eleven-thirty on a November night that smelled of diesel and wet asphalt. Ray Kowalski sat in seat fourteen, looking out at the darkened towns passing by: towns with closed factories and empty main streets and diners with flickering neon signs that said OPEN even when they were not. He had been on this bus before. Not this exact bus. This route. He...

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