Nancy Bartholomew

Around these parts, it's best not to ask too many questions.  After all, the cabin lies in the heart of "The Moonshine Capital of the World."

I was reading T.J Hazen's article on the history of Sloan's Mill the other night and found the tale of Bill Underwood.  It seems Mr. Underwood moved into the miller's house across the road from the mill and quickly irritated his neighbors with his constant inquiries into their activities.

When they'd had enough of Bill's nosiness, they snuck up on his steam tractor and blew up its boiler.  Unfortunately, the perpetrators were unaware that Bill had just sold it to another neighbor.

I don't have a tractor...yet...but I'm right partial to my convertible so...I won't be asking too many questions.  After all, why would I need to know what's going on around here? I write fiction.