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Where did it all start?

That's a great question.

Maybe it started in the hills of Northwest Arkansas.

Or maybe it started on the back roads on the steps of a little, log cabin my Grandpa Herman built in the 1920s.

It could have started while I was dancing a little jig to Cripple Creek, while my Grandpa Frank's fingers danced across the strings of an old banjo.

Take a listen to this week's podcast.

Then, you can decide where you think it actually started...this need to preserve, promote and protect these stories about the people I love and the places I call home.