I don't pretend to be any kind of historian. These stories are just that. In my family back in West Virginia, any story that dickered with the truth was considered to be a yarn. It was intended to be just passed on down to a group of rapt youngsters. These stories do however reflect the life of a young whippersnapper living in a small town in the middle of 20th-century America, and could be a sort of chronicle of same. To witness my yarns all dressed up into a real book is a thrill and I hope you enjoy it.