The good folks of Dawson look sadly at the handwritten sign on the cracked glass of the Dairy Store door, announcing that the last retail store of the historic town has closed for good. Standing on Railroad Street at the main crossing, the little grocery had a life span nearly as long as the ...
No, this is not a take off of the literary classic penned by George Orwell in 1945. It is, however, sort of a documentary of change as my town, once enchanted by frantic industrialization and growth, began to face the realities of loss. Loss of jobs in coal, coke and rail, loss of business ...
This summer will mark the 30th and final year for my country band, High Ryder. Anyone who knows me knows that music has been a huge part of my life. When I organized the band in 1994, I followed the advice of fellow entertainer Johnny Andrews: “Surround yourself with the best musicians you ...
“It may be bigger than Woodstock!” was the excited exclamation one of my customers made about a rock festival that was supposedly already scheduled and publicized by some “underground” communication system. Of course I knew that declaration was an impossible fantasy or a flat out lie. ...
