1942 The German Cannon

Ed was a buddy of mine in the first world war, back in 1918. He called on Friday night, saying he wanted help snatching the cannon again. Of course, I said yes. Then he told me the circumstances. Turns out, with the current war on, the city decided to turn the cannon...

2003 The Basement Apartment

By Glenda Tyson The Gray Rock sat there on the edge of downtown Asheville looking a little old and weathered. During its years it had been everything from a brothel to a church. But for the longest time it was a rooming house: cheap small rooms, no air-conditioning,...

1920 First Flyers

Joseph Q. Miller and his father Winston Miller came to Asheville in the summer of 1920 for one thing: Joey wanted to fly. It was his 14th birthday, and he knew what he wanted. He knew where to go and who to ask. There was an airplane, a landing strip, and a pilot who...

1956 Spatch the Chicken

“Big Jim!” Dave called as he bounded down the steps to the patio in back. He held up a brown paper grocery bag. “I brought the chicken.” “So good to see you,” Jim said, shaking Dave’s hand. “It’s been a few years. Last time I saw you was in New York, after we were...