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  • I interviewed Frank Kilgore in the fall of ’79 for a student film. He was 91 and lived deep in the Ozarks of Arkansas. I took out the old tapes recently and started to digitize them. The stories were ancient then, and now it seems like I’m listening to a world that has faded away completely. I’m back on Kilgore’s small farm, sitting on the porch and drinking Mogan David wine with his girlfriend Ida Haywood. Kilgore is talking about Tennesse and his fighting buddy Haskell Ellis. Now the old dirt roads have been paved over and replaced with exurbia. So, before the oxide tape turns into dust, I’m listening…lost somewhere near Union Grove.
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