Column by Connor Jaschen, Features Editor In my hometown, there were several rock quarries. If you’ve been to one, you know what I’m talking about. If you haven’t been to one, just imagine a perfect circle of the bluest water imaginable, surrounded on all sides by sheer cliff faces, sometimes reaching up to 70 feet high depending Read More
Column by Connor Jaschen, Features Editor The prettiest view in my hometown was from our own private mountain. OK, so it wasn’t a mountain per se; it was actually an abandoned building, one part of a set of factories only ever used for storage on rare occasion, but otherwise completely forgotten. During the day, workers at the Read More
Story by Connor Jaschen, Features Editor I grew up in a medium-sized town: just big enough to have a whole bunch of snot-nosed kids and just small enough for none of said brats to have something to do. Thus, we tended to make our own fun one way or another. Now I was probably the one Read More