About this blog:
These are the Appalachian ramblings of Malcolm Smith, a recovering college professor, goat farmer, clawhammer banjo player, author and ventriloquist. Welcome to my holler. Take your shoes off, sit a spell. Listen to the sounds of the Blue Ridge. This is my little corner of the internet, right here on my front porch at 3,000 feet in Laurel Fork, VA on the Big Reed Island Creek.
Drop by anytime.
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Hear the Holler!
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