A Folsom Prison Muse

When I was a kid, my hometown held its annual fair in late August, the week before school began. It was pretty much what you’d expect of a small town, Midwestern fair—Ferris Wheel, Tilt-a-Whirl, games to win stuffed animals and plenty of contests related to farm life—livestock and flower and baked-goods competitions. It was the kind of fair that could make you think those were innocent times until you got ...

Read More