Last week my wife, Carol, and I headed south on I-77 in transit to the Crooked Oak Mountain Inn in Asheville, N.C. The drive was pleasant and we arrived around 6 p.m. and met our hosts Patti and Bear who were very gracious and hospitable. We spent a few minutes sharing a drink and our backgrounds with Patti, Bear, and a couple of their friends. He offered me a Highland Gaelic ale, which I found delicious. My coal mining background came up and I told several of my favorite stories and gave them a copy of my book, Tons of Stone above my Head.