John, my friend since childhood, told me months ago that he had been saving something for me and that he’d deliver the next time that we saw each other. That next time, oddly enough, was at a funeral. I was a pallbearer and he works for the funeral home that was providing services for the deceased. True to his word, John retrieved a small collection of items from the back seat of a company vehicle. Continue reading A Blast from the Past
As a result of one stupid decision that I made as a young man, I went from living a wonderful existence in a tiny cabin on the banks of the Shenandoah River, to surviving day-to-day in a rundown old house in the middle of Small-Town, Virginia. (Edinburg, to be exact) Traded in a beautiful girlfriend, two dogs and a canoe for a bachelor’s life shared with a childhood friend of mine. Continue reading Home Sweet Home- The Junkie Pad
This video is of Main Street in Woodstock, Virginia filmed by Sam Smith sometime during the late 1940’s. Read my short gibberish and then watch a really cool video. Continue reading Video- Main Street Woodstock, Virginia in the Late 1940’s
Being a white boy, who grew up in the sticks of Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley, I’ve had the privilege of kissing many a young woman, yet only three of them were black. Continue reading Sylvia
I was sitting at a bar one night in Hilton Head, which wasn’t that uncommon at that point in my life. But what was memorable was the live entertainment for the evening.
Continue reading Preacher Jack