Author: Bill Woodall

Along about 1962 — I was in the fifth grade and brother Bert was in the third, so let’s accept that I was 10 years old and a happy enrollee…

Tonight I’m sitting in front of our wheeled-house. I’ve got a book courtesy of Kilgore’s public library. Millie is standing guard. I’m going to say there are 18 occupied camp/cabin…

Walleye fishermen were out today on a cool — 50-ish degrees on the water — rainy day to compete in a big-fish contest. $1000 and some merch to the winner….

Until 2003 it was a railroad trestle.  Built in 1882, the 300-foot-tall — at the deepest point in the canyon — structure originally stood on cast iron legs and spanned…

A whisker over 40 years ago, the family and I up and moved to Oregon. Me, move, Oregon… that’s really all the explanation one needs. A dear friend whose knowledge…

When you and the dog live in a 19-foot trailer, you have to take time every now and then to do some basic maintenance. Things have to be emptied, things…

I had lunch in Berea, Kentucky with Fred Baker Jr. today. That wasn’t part of the plan. Millie and I went off to the nearest Walmart for provisions. After an…

Renfro Valley is home to the Kentucky Music Hall of Fame. I’ll betcha, Fred Gebhardt, they know John Hartford here. 🙂 55 acres of mountain, gospel and country music theaters…

Best news: Millie appears to be done with hyperventilating and throwing slobber every time we load up. She doesn’t yet sleep through it, but she seems resigned to her fate….