Tell your dad Eddy Jones said hello, from way back there in the past. He is a year older than me, which makes him older than dirt. Small world, huh?

We did our keggers at Cypress picnic area, 2nd one north of the state line, and bought our beer at Berry's, in Cypress Inn, TN. In those days, the Trace river bridge was brand new, and it was nice to have a river crossing between O'Neal bridge and Pickwick dam. O'Neal still had the walkway down the middle, and was even narrower, and we used to drag race from Dales to the Sheffield side, talk about wheel to wheel. At least one of those ended up turning the WOWL owl's eye red. For those of you kibitzing on this old home discussion, WOWL was "Owl" radio (clever, for Alabama), and the big old black metal owl had two colored eyes salvaged from old stop lights, one red, one green. If nobody had died in a wreck, the green one was lit, red for a deader. The owl sat on the side of the road coming up to town out of the river bottom into Florence from the south. It was right beside Russell Minnow sales. In Florence, it was about FISHING for crappie and large mouth and blue catfish, and the news in the morning led off with the fishing report, who had caught what and how many, and where.