by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
I can’t think of the Fourth of July without remembering him. Hoolie McBride was the town carpenter, mechanic, roof fixer, dog tamer, and sometimes Bingo caller at our annual Burgoo. He was a scruffy little fellow who managed to always sport about six days of beard, and some said that he wore his oil-stained pants for so many days that he had no