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Rob Richardson

Thanks for the tip ... since I work from home, I often take my bloated billfold out of my pocket to avoid "sub-lower-back" pain. Problem is, I just as often dash out the door to run a quick errand, only to discover, somewhere in the checkout line, that I've forgotten my wallet. Now to decide on a color. (It was easier when black and brown were the only options.)


Black. Still the best color.

Clarinda Flannery

I enjoyed reading your book about Martin, Kentucky. My brother gave me a copy, and I devoured it.

In the 50's and early 60's, my family travelled from Stockbridge, Michigan to visit our many relatives in Martin every summer. My grandfather, Bill Flannery, was a preacher up in Butcher's Holler. My Aunt Alafair took care of him until he died. She was a gentle soul, and I loved reading about her in your book.

My dad Charlie was a fiddle player to the end of his life. Our home was always filled with musicians, at times, including Buddy Ratliff. Dad was born in 1921, so I imagine my dad was part of the band who played at Hob Nob's.

Thanks for a very good (and nostalgic) read. Many old memories of Martin re-surfaced as I read your book. I wish I had visited it before it was demolished, but I loved reading about it. I can't tell you how much I appreciate your writing it.


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