Fred First
FRED FIRST: To The End of The End of The Book
The uncertainty and never-ending unknowing may soon end. For the past year, there has been no dry land on the horizon. But we may not be adrift much longer.To...
FRED FIRST: My Wee Musical Man-Cave
Digital Tones and Frets and Reeds: Oh My!A month ago this small room behind me...
FRED FIRST: Still is Still Moving . . .
We just don't quite know when the VAN will be at the door
THE RECAPThe storyline...
FRED FIRST: Turning Points of Note From a Season of Change
First night: Middle of April: The sliding doors are open with nothing but the screens to...
FRED FIRST: What Was A Half Million Acres of Cypress Swamp
The transformation of the Missouri Boot HeelA year from today, I will be living in...
This Land Goes on Forever: A Letter Home From the Family Farm
by Fred FirstIf the children of Southwest Virginia don’t grow up with strong ties to place, they will be less likely to strive...
Terra Sapiens: On Our Beholding to the Soil
by Fred FirstAfter a recent and welcomed early spring rain, I stood in the soggy garden and stirred aimlessly with my boot at...
Where We’re From Guides Where We’ll Go
by Fred FirstWe may feel powerless to make a difference in the national issue of homeland security. But on the local level where...
Mountain Lions: Mystery, Myth and Matters of Fact
by Fred FirstInside the rustic cabin a few easy miles from the heart of Camp Winnataska, a dozen ten year old campers scrambled...
Disaster-Mapping: Let’s Start Pulling the Pins Now
by Fred FirstThe car won't start and the milk you poured on your cereal this morning went south. The kids have the flu...
Music: Binding Our Lives Together
by Fred FirstA friend of mine is writing a book about people and places along the Crooked Road. On one of his interview...