Stories, Old Ragged Verse, Letters to and from mountain cousins by Storyteller and Appalachian Humorist Stephen Hollen. Enjoy the humor and bittersweet memories of Eastern Kentucky and a place where the mist crawls down the mountainside ''like molasses on a cold plate''
I'm so sick of bitin' things
Skeeters, chiggers an' ticks
Wish the Lord would clip their wings
Or teach them other tricks.
I know, I know they have their place
They fit some cosmic plan
But why do they bite the human race
And make me itchy...man?