Cruising the Acropolis: short stories from Sarvice Mountain

My latest book, available at Amazon.com

Here are stories of: a ten-year-old boy ambushed in Vietnam; a gay lumberjack; a breast-fed Peace Corps baby; murder in Girls beer joint; and a genius named Juicy. You will also read of: gravity in a coal mine; confused daylight savings time; a special restaurant; a plane crash; Aristotle meeting Galileo; missionaries in Africa; a cross dresser; snake handlers; a train wreck; segregation and integration. And there is: bombed-out Tokyo; mountain top removal; hungry artist Ted Joans; a bloody first day of deer season; a young man who swung a four-by-four like it was a baseball bat; and a game to end all basketball games.

About Sam's Branch

I joined the Peace Corps in 1961 as West Virginia’s first volunteer. Go to Amazon.com to order my book Imagonna: Peace Corps Memories. I am the eighth generation of my family born in the Big Coal River Valley of West Virginia. My father and grandfather were underground coal miners. I have a chemical engineering degree from West Virginia University (WVU). After training to make sidewinder missiles, I joined the Peace Corps and taught chemistry and coached the track team at a secondary school in Nigeria. Since that time, I was WVU’s first full time foreign student advisor and worked in urban outreach, organic farming, construction labor, and high school teaching. I recently retired from the board of directors of the West Virginia Highlands Conservancy (wvhighlands.org), and recently retired from the board of directors of the West Virginia Kanawha State Forest Foundation (ksff.org). I am still on the board of the Labor History Association and the West Virginia Environmental Education Association and recently joined the board of the West Virginia Civil Liberties Union. I am active in the campaign to stop the destructive practice of mountain top removal strip mining in the Appalachian Mountains. You may contact me at martinjul@aol.com or my blog samsbranch.wordpress.
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