An excerpt from a story by alum Nathan Poole (fiction, ’11) appears at The Kenyon Review:

In the matted field beside the fairgrounds a young couple worked the idling cars. They had spray bottles and squeegees they lifted from a gas station, and the girl was making all the money. She wore a tight, black dress and yellow, thigh-high knit socks and had to stand on the tires of the lifted trucks while the men stared down at her from their cabs.

It had been like this for two days. Tahoes full of Sigma Alpha Epsilons chanting; lone men in battered vans on parking duty, their families dropped off at the fair entrance; onyx-black Suburbans, the bass rasping the license plates.

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