
The Dad I never got a chance to know
He died when I was nine months old but I got to know him from memories provided by my Mom and those who knew him well.

He died when I was nine months old but I got to know him from memories provided by my Mom and those who knew him well.

On Locust Street, where the Floyd Country Store is located, there is music inside at the Friday Night Jamboree and music on the streets.

A pacemaker now residing in a lower chamber of my heart has restored an erratic heartbeat.

The late John Prine’s lyrics tell the story of a town killed off by strip mining in Kentucky.

My last drink was 32 years ago and I have been sober, one day at a time.

Who says there nothing going on at night in small towns?

My Harley Super Glide sits under a tarp, waiting for me to be healthy enough to ride again.

Area musicians provided a lot of support when I was near death in the hospital after a motorcycle crash in 2012.

The hope to shoot some video at the jam sessions at The Floyd Country Store fell to my own inability to judge how long it
