Them Hatfield guys are a tough bunch to this day, but old Granny McCoy keeps them all straight with her cattle prod and her vintage Mustang. I've chowed down in that restaurant in Matewan that the Hatfields hang out in. Classy town! I got out of Matewan before dark, because I didn't want to run on to one of those nasty Baldwin Felts ghosts. A lot of history in Bloody Mingo.

There's some stories I could tell about that. We need to go fishing so I can tell you proper.

It's when the big ones chow down big time.

Some of my friends built the floodwall in Matewan. They drove it every day from Charleston and that was before the new 4 lane road was finished past Logan.

I was part of a utility restoration effort. We were initially billeted in the children's quarters at Cabway Lingo State Park. It was really cold at the time in that unheated barrack, and when I pulled my tiny blanket up around my neck, I exposed my legs almost up to my knees. There was only one blanket per hero.

But I'm spoiling my story that I want to save for a fishing trip. How about the New River at Hinton sometime during the next couple of weeks? I hurt my foot real bad three years ago but I might be up for it now. Maybe I'd be better off in a boat trip if you can think of anything awesome.

Going back to the heart doctor the first of next month, so I'll tell him I need to start fishing again and see what he says. He fishes so he will probably give me the OK if I pass my tests.(I haven't been studying)

My heart would be better if the Mountaineers would get their act together. The Herd would tear the Eers up this year if they played.

Shouldn't that read?

Mingo County Circus Judge Michael Thornsbury, instead of Mingo County Circuit Judge Michael Thornsbury ?

I look for another blood fracas at Blackberry Krik any day now, over this runaway love triangle thing and the other assorted goings on in Bloody Mingo. I think that circus judge is the Mingo Mongo. The drama center of West Bye Gawd! They all drink that shine and then cut a shine, only on days that end in y, as near as I can figure. It all works out at the Sunday meetin' over at Jolo. That lady the judge was sweet on was fairly looksome the best I could tell on my TV.

I was seven years old and still living on Alderson St. in Williamson, right across from the high school where the Red Cross had emergency food distribution set up.

I was born in Mingo and still have people there. Would be interesting to see this show.