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Following Trails Grown Dim

Requiem For A Sweet Gum

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…

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A Unique And Wonderful People

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…

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