My earliest memory of visiting there, at six or seven, has my family walking those incredibly clean streets as if beyond them were a protected place, separate from the broken cement outside of Bethel’s borders. But mostly I remember the street names: Orange, Pineapple, Cranberry, and Water. Such nature! God lived in a concrete Eden.

-from Scott Cheshire’s “God Lives on Lemon Street,” up now at Harper’s. There’s also an excerpt from his excellent novel High as the Horses’ Bridles up at Killing the Buddha.

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