Nice, Mikie. I'd seen that before, but had forgotten about it. We did a canoe trip on the creek about 1976, back when I was really into float trips. It was in spring flood, and was quite a ride.

Jim Manasco, named in the history, was a child of my first grade teacher. They were almost full blooded Chickasaw Indians.

One last Jasper story. Jasper was a rich/poor town, with a minisclue middle class. The county was dirt poor, coal miners mostly, as the soil was too poor to farm over much of the county. One of the local "recreations" was to go to the hospital just to see who was there. One of my father's friends was in the hospital recovering from a hemorrhoidectomy. One of the galoots wandering the halls stuck his head in the door and asked "Whatcha in har fur?". Daddy's friend, somewhat embarrased, replied he was in the hospital for a "rectal" procedure. The galoot pondered for a minute, and asked, "Train wrack or car wrack?"...