"There was an old crank telephone on the wall and in the evenings I would- or on Saturdays and Sundays- set up in a chair and ring my friend down the hollow. It was about two miles down the hollow, two longs and two shorts and he'd answer the phone and so would everybody else in the neighborhood. Everybody would pick up their phones. As a matter of fact everybody would pitch in on the conversations. They'd listen in and join you. Then I'd get down off the chair on the floor and let the receiver hang down and play my fiddle. Play my fiddle. Ol' Joe Clark, Arkansas Traveler, Cripple Creek, times were very hard..."
- Sen. Robert Byrd
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