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Do you feel the love?” asks Bill Homann.
He is sitting in an easy chair in the living room of
his modest suburban tract home in Valparaiso,
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The last time John Larry Ray visited New York City was
in 1965. He was between jobs, collecting unemployment benefits. While
there, he remembers, Ma
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The contents of 77 boxes
shelved in the special-collections department of the Brookens Library at
the University of Illinois at Springfield tell a l
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Helen Howe’s audience on this bone-chillingly
cold day is an English class of about two-dozen seniors sequestered in the
library of Robinson High School i
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When Thomas J. Wood began working at then-Sangamon
State University, in late 1986, the files of Lowney Handy, James
Jones’ mentor, were still
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I play guitar — or, at least, I like to think I
do — but I never have learned any Christmas carols, though I’ve
attempted to fingerpick “
John Larry Ray has been pitching this story for nearly a decade — but until now few have been willing to listen.
On March 30, 1998, Ray says, less than a month before his brother died, he wrote
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It’s a languid August evening in Cobden, a
former stop on the old Illinois Central line about 10 miles south of
Carbondale. At one time, the surrounding o