Lee Jones

We need a setting here: visualize yourself sitting with a few friends around a campfire. In, um, southwestern Virginia in the Blue Ridge Mountains. It’s dark and there’s a billion stars above us. It’s my turn to tell a story… “So, this one day at work in the Isle of Man, I leave the office [...]

About 45 years ago, my great aunts, Clara and Alta Perkins, along with my grandmother (their sister) Mattie Jones, would routinely “can” things. My two most favorites were green beans and strawberry preserves. The strawberries were small wild ones that grew in the cow pastures. The preserves were nothing more than the berries, sugar, and [...]

I try not to let my profession creep into this blog much. I spend plenty of time thinking and talking about poker as it is. I’d much rather focus on picking, family, trout fishing, the Blue Ridge mountains, and travel. But my profession has bumped me into a public discussion with a writer at the [...]

James Kelly made a point back then, said, “What’s the point of sleepin; There’ll be time for that when we get done with the company we’re keepin.” -Tim O’Brien (“The Tide Flows into Milltown”) At our son’s wedding in June, our friend (and fellow Strawberry Koalan) Larry Chung told me that he’d be coming over [...]