It was April Fool’s Day, 1975, when I met the gal I was going to marry. I was 36 at the time, and I was living at a large apartment

When we were working a mine many years ago we were driving a tunnel to reach an old buried river channel. Our drift had meandered up and down some from

Not more than 300 feet from where Woody’s cabin is now, going down a slight hill and on a flat, was a wedding to take place, overlooking a beautiful canyon

This is a beginning story about an old timer who has since passed away but his legacy will remain, and with some stories that I will be telling you about