Thanks Jack,

I'm glad Doc didn't have a serious event. I worry about you youngsters when I don't hear from you, Jack.

Yes Jim is one of my younger brothers (he's 70 I think). I haven't read the articles. He and one of Del Rice's teammates on 1939 Trojan teams, started the Scioto Voice in Wheelersburg (a weekly newspaper). Jim sold it about ten years ago, but continues writing his "High Notes" articles for the paper. My now deceased good friend, Bob Lyles, called Jim the best nostalgia writer for Portsmouth.

Enjoy P'Town! You may not find it just as the 1955 Illustrious Imaginator, Frank Hunter, has dubbed it in recent years.

Sam
----- Original Message -----
From: Jack H Plymale
To: Sam Kegley
Sent: Wednesday, July 01, 2009 6:48 PM
Subject: Family talents and tendencies


Received some snail mail from Jim Fout and his wife( your old neighbor Helen Scott).
Enclosures( Newspaper clipping from The Portsmouth Times)
-- 1. New football field with artificial turf (picture only)
Jack P. 2.Article entitled , The Adams Bakery, by Jim Kegley

3.Article entitled, Names That Make Your Mouth Water, also by Jim Kegley
I enjoyed the subject matter and the style and assumed the named Kegley to be of your clan. If I am correct in the assumption, please convey my gratitude and admiration to your kin. I am still at Doc Yeagles house in Williamson , Ga. The morning we started for Portsmouth, his defibrillator fired and we made a quick trip to the emergency room only to find that the incident was a malfunction and he had not had a heart episode. We are going to try it again this coming Monday.( trip to Portsmouth, I mean) I hope with better results.
If this fellow is your brother, as I suspect, he has revealed that you were once the neighbor of both Doc and Jim on Charles St. A lot of difference in age but you apparently all lived there at the same time. Doc on the wrong end of the street. Jim on the better end. They still joke about that. Doc's family moved to Vinton. Mound Street dead ended right into his house and Jim moved almost to the end of( I'm having a senior moment and don't remember the name of that fancy street.) Jack P.