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Ole Frackin’ Red is Dead

Ole Frackin’ Red is Dead They fracked all the oil and gas out of the deep Marcellus and Utica shale in beautiful Carroll County in Eastern Ohio, going even as deep as the Black River formation, which they said they’d  … Continue reading

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Coon Pie: A Recipe for an Appalachian Delight

Coon Pie: a Recipe for an Appalachian Delight In the Appalachian foothills we have recipes handed down from generation-to-generation for concocting our favorite dishes.  One of mine happens to be what I  like to call Coon Pie.  Not the kind … Continue reading

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Hounds of Appalachia

Coursing on the wind like my mother’s violin. Appalachia plays her song for the old souls who follow the hounds. Long-eared and silver-tongued. Animals.  Hunters. Blood driven.  Pre-destined. Lean and swift, with torn, padded feet. Voices on the wind. Forces … Continue reading

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Ka-boom, Tally-Ho!

Ka-boom, Tally-Ho! Pine Tower was the home of Dan A beagle with a bawl. Too, Crackers, Crowe and Dewey lived behind that sandstone wall. In summertime they’d lay around and swat the flies with tails, But come first frost, and … Continue reading

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That Big Boy Sound

He made that sound that broke the still of darkness, That made boy and man shiver to hear. That sound that came again…and then again, Repeating itself, a pleasure even in its cadence. That utterance of primeval beauty that haunted … Continue reading

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