Freshman English at Pikeville High School meant two things: William Shakespeare and Layne Tackett. The former, you would study. The latter would study you.

Mr. Tackett was intimidating for such a small man. He was wiry, but in a mountain man, don’t-mess-with-me kind of way. His graying, dark beard hid either a smirk or a smile and there wasn’t much between the two.

As one student read a passage, Mr. Tackett would wide-eye over…

The Ironic Reality of Being Distinguished

Pikeville (Ky.) High School

My voice mail notification showed a new message. The text version of the recording my phone produces automatically after wouldn’t have won any awards at the annual transcription convention. It read, in part:

“Good morning chasing. This is ran deed robbers. I called to…

“Your presence is respectfully requested,” read the letter. But Stewart made it abundantly clear there was nothing respectful about it.

“If you fail to appear, our next course of action will be to subpoena you, Mr. Patterson, and, well, then you’ll have to appear.”

“Got news for you Stewart,” I…

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