August, 1925
     KentuckyTrip –
     (F.J.L. had been toPikeville,Kentuckyyears ago, remembered it as a fascinating backwoods country village, and, thinking I might like it, asked me to go with him on a re-visit.)
    (The following are brief notes set down as material for a letter to my mother)
    Long ride to Bridgeport– toWheelingby trolley – no train until8:50– After dinner wandering around streets awhile, then to movie – a terrible western - run to slow for one thing – containing an unrealistic phony brawl –
     After supper to another movie, then to train and to bed.
     Up at 4:00 a.m.– at4:30by day coach to Kenovo – thence by auto to Cattletsburg.  Early light; depressing cloudiness.
     Met man in auto who told usPikesvilleterritory in the throes of an oil boom and that we would find everything topsy-turvy.
     Breakfast in what had formerly been a bar room – soggy pancakes.
    Check on grips at the r.r. station, and went for a short walk.-
     Back at the station, a motley crowd had appeared.  Sheriff with two handcuffed men; a young boyish looking fellow with his