To the memory of John Doris, Ph.D., lifelong teacher, lifelong student
Introduction There is some art—you might even say design—in the way southern Ohio rolls itself into the hills of northern Kentucky.
Ralph Ketcham sits on the porch of his little house tucked away on a dirt lane that runs down toward a lake, pouring soda for his guest and listening to the thrum of the rain on his roof.
Or else we will stay where we are, like that statue of Adam, before they covered his nether parts with water lillies so you wouldn't notice what was missing, lounging around, brainless and dickless, in an Eden that looks less and less like paradise.
Traces how uneducated buffoonery became popular to the point of representing American culture, and expresses the author's hope that the nation will eventually value intellect more than reality television.