<![CDATA[In the fall of 1980, a yellow school bus from Trimble County Middle School rattled down a gravel road somewhere in the sticks of northern Kentucky and let us off at what felt like the edge of the world. About twenty-five of us – mostly twelve- and thirteen-year-olds, all restless energy and muddy sneakers – piled out into the crisp October air. Our teacher, who knew the Hubbards personally, had promised us something different from the usual field trip. This wasn’t a museum or a factory. This was a living lesson.]]>