Unfortunately, a book has only one cover. So how to pick? Sadly my uncle Jack, who would have known the answer without having to think twice, died a couple of weeks ago. I'm left to my own devices to try to do justice to his town. I like the first image (below left) because it makes me think of the day my grandparents eloped to Paintsville, Kentucky in an old jalopy. The one on the right has a vintage postcard feel that evokes the sort of lost hometown we all wish was ours. You have to squint, but if you do, you'll see a little town on the far side of the creek. This is how eastern Kentucky looked a long, long time ago. The pretty colors of the past are haunting, given the sad fate of the town on Beaver Creek. Opinions? Please email me.