Following Trails Grown Dim

The great tree is gone. She had been dead for quite some time, her branches naked against a leaden sky, while others like her clothed themselves with garments of green, brown, red, and gold. She had stopped providing shade several years ago, but had continued to serve as a sanctuary where robins and bluebirds and…

More than twenty years ago, when The Voice was in its infancy, the editor of the newspaper at that time, Dr. Bob Gatton, asked that I contribute a column to the paper. The Voice had been established by the Stephens family who believed that McCreary Countians needed an alternative to the one existing at the…