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    The 21st annual Beckley's Kids Classic Festival kicks off Saturday with the Autumn Fest at Lake Stephens.
    The 21st annual Beckley's Kids Classic Festival kicks off Saturday with the Autumn Fest at Lake Stephens.
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    Viewers are calling in their concerns over the City of Sophia, so we found out the town does not have an acting Chief of Police. Sophia Mayor Danny Barr said on July 30th, former Sophia Police Chief, Sam McClure, resigned on good terms.
  • History of the two Bluefield's football game

    History of the two Bluefield's football game

    Friday, August 29 2014 5:08 PM EDT2014-08-29 21:08:25 GMT
    The two Bluefields battle it out in footballThe two Bluefields battle it out in football
    The annual football game between the Bluefield's is Friday.The first game between the Graham G-men and the Bluefield Beavers dates back to 1911.Tthe two didn't play each other again until 1928, but they've play every year since. The two towns come together for many events, but this is one where they separate and say pick a side. 
    The annual football game between the Bluefield's is Friday.The first game between the Graham G-men and the Bluefield Beavers dates back to 1911.Tthe two didn't play each other again until 1928, but they've play every year since. The two towns come together for many events, but this is one where they separate and say pick a side. 
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  • Ex-Im's choices of winners, losers hurts overall business

    Ex-Im's choices of winners, losers hurts overall business

    Friday, August 29 2014 6:00 AM EDT2014-08-29 10:00:19 GMT
    In recent years, the Export-Import Bank of the United States has drawn heavy criticism. Officials from the bank have gone on a nationwide barnstorming campaign to build support as many congressional Republicans consider shutting the public credit giant down via defunding it.
    In recent years, the Export-Import Bank of the United States has drawn heavy criticism. Officials from the bank have gone on a nationwide barnstorming campaign to build support as many congressional Republicans consider shutting the public credit giant down via defunding it.
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    “Sometimes I think I spend 80 percent of my time undoing what other people tell my patients,” Dr. Bob groaned after I recently asked him if I should increase my daily intake of a certain medicine now in my daily regime.
    “Sometimes I think I spend 80 percent of my time undoing what other people tell my patients,” Dr. Bob groaned after I recently asked him if I should increase my daily intake of a certain medicine now in my daily regime.
  • Understanding the quiet man behind the manic genius

    Understanding the quiet man behind the manic genius

    Tuesday, August 26 2014 6:00 AM EDT2014-08-26 10:00:18 GMT
    I met Robin Williams 32 years ago at a bar in Italy. He must have been about 31 and had lived almost half of his life, although we didn't know it at the time.I was sitting at the bar with my ex-husband.
    I met Robin Williams 32 years ago at a bar in Italy. He must have been about 31 and had lived almost half of his life, although we didn't know it at the time.I was sitting at the bar with my ex-husband.

Dolly Withrow is a retired English professor and the author of four books. Contact Dolly at ritewood@aol.com. 

It's a summer day in 1994. I see smoke drift lazily toward the pale blue sky, its woody aroma penetrating the house. Looking out the kitchen windows, I watch my husband clear some of the acreage that will be our back yard. 

Bill drags a tree limb toward the fire. Carrying a small branch in its mouth, a stray dog follows close behind. It places the limb beside the fire and follows Bill back to retrieve more brush. We had heard about a mutt that helped neighbors clean the creek after a hard rain. It had to be the same dog. Like hobos of yesteryear, this dog believed in working for handouts. The stray had been sleeping on a back porch at the foot of the hill and each morning the woman gave it a biscuit, its food for the day.

I watch the dog leave as Bill enters the house. A few days later, he's back. Our toddler grandson is playing in the front yard when he falls and cries. The medium-sized dog goes to him. Our grandson stops crying and puts his arm around the dog. They lean toward each other, and our grandson laughs. Bill says, "We're going to keep him." That's how the dog with one blue eye, one brown eye and short hair with large gray spots on a white background became a member of our family. Our neighbor said he was the ugliest dog she had ever seen. 

He had ear mites, worms and fleas aplenty — all parasites that torment homeless dogs. The vet neutered him and made sure he was rid of all the parasites. We named him Freddie Flealoader. He learned quickly there were things he could not do in the house, but he had a sneaky streak. He slept on the couch when we were gone and jumped down when he heard our car engine. No one's perfect, but Freddie came close.

Our daughter had a hound named Copper. When Freddie escaped, he and Copper could be heard late in the night yapping and running through the woods. As time marched relentlessly forward, Copper died, and we all grew older. Our three grandsons became young men. Sleeping soundly, Freddie would move his feet, surely dreaming of running through the woods with Copper. Then, he had a stroke, but the vet injected a drug, and he survived. During his last year, Dr. Tammy Barickman at Ripley Paws Veterinary Clinic removed a large malignant growth from his mouth and removed all the infection. He had a wonderful last month of chasing his tail and enjoying life. By that time, he was more than a hundred years old in human years, but he was still amazing.

In the early morning Sept. 21, 2013, I discovered Freddie had experienced a terrible night. I took him to the yard. His back legs were weak. When he stepped upon the wooden walk leading to the deck, he couldn't navigate the first step. Having been a reasonable fellow all his life, he simply lay down on the walk. I removed the leash, came in the house to tell Bill, and then I called Risa Mellert, our daughter. It was 7 a.m., and I knew I had awakened her. She and Don, nonetheless, rushed to our house within 10 minutes.

Ripley Paws didn't open until 9 a.m. on Saturdays, so we assembled our lawn chairs around Freddie and drank mugs of coffee and tea. Wagging his tail, Freddie looked up at me as if to say I know you can fix it. A cataract had covered his brown eye, and his blue eye was partially covered. He liked nothing better than being near his family, so he was content. Freddie's incredible age could not be reversed. I couldn't fix it. 

The dreaded time arrived, and Risa wrapped a towel around Freddie. Don, our son-in-law, gently picked him up and placed him in the back of their SUV. Rain was beginning to come down hard and by the time they reached the vet's office, it was a torrent. Still, Anita, an assistant at Ripley Paws, came out to the vehicle and injected a sedative. She was drenched by the time she re-entered the office. That's dedication.

As I write this, Freddie has been gone three days. He rests in our pet cemetery in the same yard where he carried branches to the fire with Bill 19 years ago. The hair balls have been vacuumed, the countless white hairs on the deck have been swept away, the soiled memory-foam bed has been trashed, but Freddie lives on in our memories. 

His barks at strangers, at grasshoppers, at deer — they will echo through time. His wagging tail, his quick snap when offered food, his devil-dog eyes, his hair falling onto the floor with his slightest movement — they will stay with us, for our loved ones who are gone, nonetheless, live on in our memories.