Περάσαμε δυο μέρες στα Απαλάχια Όρη.
In his State of the Union address in January 1964, President Lyndon B. Johnson declared a "war on poverty."
Father Ralph W. Beiting put the VICE staff up in his guesthouse while we were in Kentucky. He's been trying to rescue Appalachia from poverty for 50 years now. He should change his name to Monsignor Sisyphus.
I grew up in what I guess you'd call a chicken coop. It was this place that used to be a chicken house.
Before: The little building front and center is one of the few remaining homeplaces in the mountains outside of Mud, West Virginia.
I'm 21 and I was raised in Louisa, Kentucky. I love it here. It's peaceful. It's quiet. I have two kids, Destiny and Jacob. They're one and two years old. I'm raising them on my own because their dad was unfaithful.
Martin County, Kentucky is dry. That means unless you can make moonshine, you ain't getting drunk. If you want to crank it up, you need to head over the bridge into Fort Gay (yeah, yeah), West Virginia. That's where the Wildcat bar is.
This memoir of Lyndon B. Johnson's visit to Kentucky was handwritten by Inez, Kentucky native Shelba Pack Brown on April 24, 1964. We maintained the spelling and grammar just as it was because we like the way it sounds. That's all. It's not to be funny.
I have lived in Radford since 1963 and I’ve seen the place change a lot. The fact of the matter is that family life has gone down and anti-social behaviour has become more of a problem.