What was once considered the pottery capital of the world is now a melting pot for that barely surviving industry and the recent influx of drugs, gang violence, and the beloved nuclear waste plant. Located on the banks of the 50% water, 50% toxic waste Ohio River, the small city is home to their very own branch of Kent State University, the Potters football team, and the Poverty Festival, I mean, the Pottery festival.

This is sure to be an odorous stop on anyone's road trip across State Route 7.

In the Pennsylvanian vernacular, mayan does not signify an ancient people, but rather the possessive pronoun correctly spelled and pronounced "mine."