Month: December 2025

Missing my Dad at Christmas

December 24, 2025December 16, 2025 Zach Cooley No Comments

It is Christmas Eve. Growing up, I looked forward to this day more than any other. It was when my mother, my sister, and I would gather to celebrate Christmas together as a family. Those memories feel even more precious now, having lost my father. When I interviewed him three years ago for his 80th birthday on my podcast, he told me that some of the happiest moments of his life were our Christmas Eve celebrations. “Your mother always knew how to take Christmas to the next level,” he recalled with a smile. “It may have been a little overkill, but it sure was a lot of fun.” Now more than ever, I am grateful to have my beautiful wife, daughter, sister, and mother with me during a holiday that is extraordinarily bittersweet for all of us. This year has carried its share of loss. Both my sister and I lost our longtime dogs—treasured “grand-puppies” to my father. Now that he has joined them in the afterlife, I find myself holding even tighter to everything he loved about Christmas. Just as our tree was always overflowing with gifts, so too was the abundance of our holiday table. My mother would make her famous twice-baked potatoes, and my father would be outside grilling his legendary steaks. A Christmas Carol has long been a favorite story in our family, and Dad would inevitably come in from the bitter cold—where he’d been tending the grill—announcing that he was presenting us with our “annual Christmas goose.” It was the best meal of the year, every year. After dinner, we would settle in to watch one of the many film versions of Dickens’ classic. My father could quote the story flawlessly, delivering lines in his rich, commanding voice that never failed to make us laugh. When it came to gifts, my father was always practical and generous. Once I received my first handicapped van in 2006, he would have certificates made up entitling me to one free tank of gas, a town tag, an oil change, or a month of car insurance paid. Before that, he made sure I never ran out of printer ink or supplies for my writing. Buying gifts for him, however, was always more of a challenge. For many years, Dad worked out of town as the chief of police in Vinton, staying in an apartment during the week and coming home only on weekends. As a result, he appreciated gifts that spared him grocery shopping—large boxes of assorted oatmeal or an array of hot sauces, the hotter the better. In his retirement years, he especially enjoyed receiving a bottle of New River Red wine from West Wind Winery here in Wythe County, which I happily sent home with him to Myrtle Beach each Christmas. This past year, his friend, former Sheriff Charles Foster, narrated a documentary film I produced based on the book I published nine years ago about my father’s law enforcement career. I hope to have the film fully polished and ready for public viewing within the next year, but I am deeply grateful that my father was able to see it first, and approve of it, just as he did with the book in 2016. Herb Cooley: The Law Enforcement Legacy of My Father means more to me than anything I have ever accomplished, especially now that I no longer have him to share stories with or make new memories. As we look toward the future, I am thankful for the traditions I’ve started with my own family. Dickens’ timeless story remains central to our Christmas rituals. Each year, I read A Christmas Carol aloud to my wife and daughter, and we always try to attend a live performance or find a new interpretation of the tale. Although we were unsuccessful this year, we have cherished many trips to see the production at Barter Theatre with my mother. At home, we watch nearly every film version available, my obsession beginning, of course, with Disney’s Mickey’s Christmas Carol. This year, we are also deeply missing our dog Sophie, whom we had to put down in March at the age of 14. We used to take her to the free Christmas light display at Felts Park, presented by High Country Lights. This year, we simply couldn’t bring ourselves to go. It’s my father’s hometown, and it was a place filled with memories of both Dad and Sophie. I remember taking Mom and Dad there once. Dad was delighted and told everyone how wonderful it was. Seeing his joy made me incredibly happy. Sophie’s absence also made our annual family portrait feel incomplete, and for the first time, our Christmas cards were too painful to send. As a very close family of three, Emily, Bella, and I are still finding our footing without Pop and Sophie. We are doing our best to cling to one another, fully aware now that life is finite and time is far more precious than we ever truly understand. Christmas, like every other day, will never be the same without my father. But we will always treasure the memories of him as the heart of our family, especially during the holidays. We will never forget.

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Bland natives bring eclectic sounds to holiday show

December 23, 2025December 23, 2025 Zach Cooley No Comments

Best friends and musicians extraordinaire Albert Newberry and Casey Lewis performed an eclectic holiday concert at St. John’s Episcopal Church in Wytheville on Saturday afternoon, December 20, blending jazz, country, bluegrass, gospel, and classical traditions into more than an hour of genre-defying Christmas music. The concert opened with one of my favorite Christmas carols, “Sleigh Ride,” delivered instrumentally in an unprecedented fusion of Newberry’s jazz piano brilliance and Lewis’s country-inflected guitar work. The result immediately set the tone for an afternoon that felt both reverent and joyfully adventurous. “This is a very special church for me,” Newberry told the audience in his introduction. “We filmed a series of videos with PBS Appalachia here.” One of those films went on to win a regional Emmy Award. Lewis was also featured in a separate PBS Appalachia series filmed at the Willowbrook Jackson Homestead Museum. “Silent Night” followed, with Lewis’s warm country vocals leading the way. A jazz-inspired instrumental of “My Favorite Things” proved to be an afternoon highlight before the duo leaned fully into bluegrass with the hymn “Beautiful Star of Bethlehem,” once again featuring Lewis on vocals. “Joy to the World” came next in a truly one-of-a-kind arrangement. “I was in a band when I lived in Indiana called The American Pirates,” Newberry explained. “The leader of the band, Aaron Jones, composed his own original arrangement to the song.” The duo then performed that version for the Wytheville audience, showcasing Lewis’s vocals once more. A particularly inventive rendition of “Carol of the Bells” followed, with the first verse performed at a standard tempo, the second at double speed, and the third slowed dramatically. The shifting tempos created a riveting interpretation of an already complex holiday piece. “This was originally a Ukrainian song,” Newberry noted. “Then it became very popular worldwide.” The 26-year-old Newberry—whose career bridges the worlds of international Russian culture and Appalachian roots—has come a long way from Bland County. A graduate of Indiana University and the Mannes School of Music in New York City, where he is now based and works as a teacher, accompanist, and gigging musician, he remains deeply loyal to his hometown. On December 20 alone, Newberry and Lewis performed two shows in Wytheville and spent much of their holiday break appearing at venues across Southwest Virginia, including the Millwald Theatre’s Ghost Light Bourbon Bar, the Draper Mercantile, and several local churches. Newberry’s natural musical ability was further showcased when he invited his father, Randy Newberry, to join him on stage. Randy demonstrated remarkable skill on the harmonica during instrumental performances of Ray Charles’s “Georgia on My Mind” and the jazz standard “Moondance.” Father and son, joined by Lewis, then delivered a deeply moving blues rendition of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.” Next, well-known Bland County musician Buddy Taylor took the stage to sing lead vocals on Elvis Presley’s holiday standard “Blue Christmas,” followed by the hymn “Without Him.” The stage returned once more to Newberry and Lewis for a hauntingly beautiful version of “What Child Is This,” seamlessly blending classical, jazz, and country influences. Lewis followed with spirited vocals on “Go Tell It on the Mountain” before performing his original gospel composition, “I’m Coming Home”. That number was preceded by the Russian standard “Dark Eyes,” which Newberry performed in honor of his Russian heritage. “I’m half Russian,” he told the audience, “and this is a song you could hear playing in any bar in Russia. It’s also become very popular here in the United States.” Throughout the afternoon, I couldn’t help but notice how Newberry’s vigorous piano playing recalls the spirit of Vince Guaraldi. It felt especially fitting, then, that he closed the set with the classic “Linus and Lucy,” first featured in A Charlie Brown Christmas. It was the perfect ending to an extraordinary performance. There is no doubt that Casey Lewis possesses formidable talent, effortlessly translating his country and bluegrass roots into jazz and blues territory. A 28-year-old husband and father of two with another child on the way, the native Bland Countian works as a machinist at Pascor Atlantic Corporation. Prior to the pandemic, he completed a national tour with acclaimed bluegrass act Cane Mill Road. Yet it was Newberry who left me truly awestruck. The way he snarls his nose as he bears down on the piano—attacking the keys with the ferocity of Jerry Lee Lewis and the refinement of Elgar—makes it clear there is no genre beyond his reach. To witness such world-class musicianship from a Southwest Virginia native now commanding stages in New York and beyond is nothing short of remarkable. His success is well deserved, and we are fortunate that he remains loyal to his hometown, returning often to share his gifts. I know I am better for having finally experienced one of his performances.

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Christmas with the Drifters

December 21, 2025 Zach Cooley No Comments

The Drifters were the first major touring act to draw a truly large audience to the Millwald Theatre last year, and there was no better way to celebrate the holiday season than welcoming them back to Wytheville for Christmas with The Drifters on Saturday, December 20. A nearly sold-out crowd of over 400 patrons—spanning generations—filled the theater for a joyful, 97-minute double-set performance. Although all the original members of The Drifters have passed, the current quartet continues the legacy of the legendary doo-wop and R&B group that first formed in 1953. The most recent incarnation of the group took shape in January 2023, following the passing of Charlie Thomas, the last surviving member of the Drifters’ 1960s era. Backed by a tight, funky house band—each member hailing from West Virginia—the four vocalists, two tenors and two baritones, delivered polished harmonies and first-class showmanship, complete with the group’s trademark synchronized shuffle. The first 42-minute set focused heavily on hits from the Ben E. King–fronted era, including “On Broadway,” “Up on the Roof,” and “This Magic Moment.” A spirited cover of Wilson Pickett’s “Mustang Sally” also drew a rousing response from the audience. Emotion took hold of me during “Save the Last Dance for Me,” a favorite song of my late great-great-aunt Hazel. The feeling deepened when the group moved into Ben E. King’s solo classic “Stand By Me,” a song beloved by my Uncle Mike, who passed away far too young. That number was part of a medley that also paid tribute to Sam Cooke with portions of “Cupid” and “Chain Gang.” This year, the nostalgia hit especially hard as I reflected on my father, who passed away on October 26 and grew up listening to this golden era of R&B—music that dominated the charts before the British Invasion reshaped popular sound. The second act, lasting 55 minutes, opened with the buoyant “Saturday Night at the Movies,” a deeper cut from the Ben E. King era. Other lesser-known gems followed, including “Dance With Me” and “I Count the Tears,” each proving itself a highlight of the evening. Jackie Wilson’s “(Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher and Higher” was another standout, igniting enthusiastic applause from the crowd. While the show closely mirrored the Drifters’ 2024 appearance, this year’s performance felt extra special thanks to the addition of holiday music. In the first act, the group treated the audience to their signature rendition of Irving Berlin’s “White Christmas,” a version many modern listeners recognize from holiday films such as Home Alone and The Santa Clause. Delivered with the same smooth elegance as the 1953 original recorded by Bill Pinkney and Clyde McPhatter, this was the lone offering from the Drifters’ 1950s era—my favorite period of the group. McPhatter, the original frontman, remains one of my all-time favorite vocalists. The most festive portion of the evening followed, as the Drifters launched into a soulful, gospel-infused set of Christmas classics, including “Joy to the World,” “The Christmas Song,” “Jingle Bells,” and “Silent Night.” This segued into an a cappella section that invited audience participation on “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,” “Jingle Bell Rock,” and “Let It Snow.” A spontaneous audience request for a Temptations-style rendition of “Little Drummer Boy” fell apart when Jerome Jackson couldn’t recall the lyrics, but the moment only added charm to an already delightful Yuletide interlude filled with warmth and good humor. The energy remained high as lead singer Early Clover invited the audience to whistle along during Otis Redding’s “Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay.” “If you can’t whistle, pantomime,” he joked. “It worked for Milli Vanilli, and they won a Grammy.” The 1959 chart-topper “There Goes My Baby” followed, leading into one of the evening’s biggest crowd-pleasers, “Under the Boardwalk,” which the group later reprised. The final number, a cover of the Isley Brothers’ “Shout,” kept the audience on its feet from start to finish, with the Drifters dancing in full Holy Spirit fashion as they exited the stage. Even after the vocalists departed, the band continued to groove for several minutes, extending the celebratory mood before the night finally came to a close. And for Wytheville, what a night it was! My heartfelt thanks go to the entire Millwald Theatre staff—especially Donnie Bales and Mastin Paisley—for their generous invitation and warm accommodation, as well as to my dear friend Jeremy Miller for getting me there.

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RSO Holiday Brass saves Christmas

December 16, 2025 Zach Cooley No Comments

Inclement winter weather prevented the full Roanoke Symphony Orchestra from traveling to Wytheville to present the holiday pops concert we had eagerly anticipated on December 8. Fortunately, our good and faithful friends—the Roanoke Symphony Holiday Brass—stepped in to fill the gap, offering a replacement concert at the Millwald Theatre on Monday, December 15. Despite minor lift trouble with my handicap-accessible van that nearly kept my friend Jeremy Miller and me from attending, we arrived just in time. What followed was a sprightly, joy-filled 75-minute performance that flew by as effortlessly as last year’s concert had. From the opening note to the final encore, the evening was a delight. The program opened with an Aria in F Major by George Frideric Handel, led by my friend Jay Crone, principal trombonist of the Roanoke Symphony Orchestra and a trombone instructor at Virginia Tech. Crone shared a bit of musical history, noting that both Handel and Johann Sebastian Bach were dominant composers of the Baroque era. Though both were born in Germany and never met, Crone explained that their fates were linked in an unexpected way. “There was a man who fancied himself an oculist,” Crone told the audience, “who claimed he could cure blindness. He would perform surgeries and leave town before the bandages ever came off.” Bach underwent one such operation and did not live long afterward. The same unfortunate fate later befell Handel. The ensemble next performed A Rose Without a Thorn, a composition by King Henry VIII. The piece serves as a musical farewell to both his wife and his mistresses. Crone offered the audience a bit of dry humor to accompany the selection. “When King Henry VIII wasn’t preoccupied with chopping off heads,” he quipped, “he was actually composing music. He probably should have done more of that—life might have gone better for him and everyone around him.” Joining Crone onstage were Tom Bithell, principal trumpeter of the Roanoke Symphony Orchestra, and Jason Crafton, another Virginia Tech instructor on trumpet. Juan Berrios Rodriguez, a Virginia Tech musician who arrived in Southwest Virginia by way of Florida and the Dallas Brass, performed on both the French horn and the E-flat alto horn. Rounding out the quintet was tuba player Will Divers, a former student of Crone’s who now teaches in Botetourt County schools. Jazz arranger Zach Smith provided a buoyant New Orleans flavor to the first holiday medley of the evening, which featured The First Noel, Away in a Manger, and God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen. The unusually peppy arrangement set a joyful tone that carried through the remainder of the program. The next segment focused on holiday music from film and television. The group began with Let It Go from Disney’s Frozen, followed by Christmas Time Is Here—Vince Guaraldi’s beloved theme from the 1965 television special A Charlie Brown Christmas. The suite concluded with a medley from How the Grinch Stole Christmas, featuring Welcome, Christmas and You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch. I couldn’t help but wonder if I played a small role in that particular selection making its way into this year’s program. In last year’s review, the Grinch medley had appeared on the printed program but was not performed. After I mentioned it, Crone wrote to clarify that the program listed potential selections. This year, there was no printed set list, and at the conclusion of the medley, Crone acknowledged the moment. “I got yelled at last year for not getting this one in,” he told the audience. “I’m glad we could do it for you this year.” I assure readers there was no malice intended—only appreciation. If my gentle nudge helped secure that extra treat for this year’s concert, then everyone benefited. One of the evening’s most impressive moments came with a Christmas Medley arranged by German trombonist, Ingo Luis. The composition features songs in all twelve keys, weaving together carols such as Silent Night and O Christmas Tree. The arrangement blends jazz, classical, and even John Philip Sousa-style elements, making it extraordinarily complex. The Holiday Brass executed it flawlessly. The concert concluded with selections from Christmas Crackers, beginning with a mash-up of Jingle Bells and Deck the Halls, followed by Carol Fantasy, which incorporated O Come, All Ye Faithful, Joy to the World, Hark! The Herald Angels Sing, and O Little Town of Bethlehem. The final number was a jubilant New Orleans jazz arrangement of Just a Closer Walk with Thee. This was my first holiday-themed outing of the season. With the passing of my father, Christmas has arrived without the readiness of years past. Yet this concert proved more than worth the effort. My thanks go to Jeremy Miller for getting me there, Donnie Bales for allowing me to review the performance, and Jay Crone along with the Roanoke Symphony Holiday Brass for providing a much-needed measure of Christmas cheer—something that has been especially hard to come by this year.

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2025 “Strictly Observing” Person of the Year- Hody Viars

December 11, 2025December 11, 2025 Zach Cooley No Comments

After spending many childhood moments together at the Wythe County Sheriff’s Office, with both of our dads serving as Chief Deputy, my lifelong friend Hody Viars was named for that position within days of my father’s passing one day after his 83rd birthday on October 26, 2025. As Hody and Dad shared the same birthday, I could not help but feel he had a hand in making him Chief Deputy from above, keeping the familial atmosphere of the Wythe County Sheriff’s Office alive. Hody brings with him more than a decade of specialized training and will prove to be a legend of local law enforcement in his own right.

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Viars named Wythe Chief Deputy

December 11, 2025December 11, 2025 Zach Cooley No Comments

On December 1, a lifelong friend of mine stepped into a role that holds a deeply personal significance. Hody Viars was named Chief Deputy of the Wythe County Sheriff’s Office—a position my father held for 14 years, and the very reason my family put down roots in Wytheville. Some of my earliest memories are of Hody and me running through the halls of the sheriff’s office as children. We both remember our kindergarten field trip there; we strutted around like we practically owned the place because we knew every officer by name. Back then, the Sheriff’s Office felt like family. Even today, though much larger than it was in the 1990s, that spirit somehow remains intact. Hody says he always knew he wanted to work for the Sheriff’s Office, despite his father—former Chief Deputy Sam Viars—encouraging him to consider another path. “I spent my first semester in college attempting some sort of sports medicine or physical therapy curriculum,” he told me during an interview at my home on December 10, just nine days into his new job. “I knew right away it wasn’t for me, and I immediately called my dad and told him I was changing my major to criminal justice.” After graduating from Radford University, Hody applied for one job and one job only: a patrol deputy position with the Wythe County Sheriff’s Office. He got it in 2014. Four years later, he made the difficult decision to join the Virginia State Police after completing the Southwest Virginia Criminal Justice Academy—an academy led by my uncle, Doug Cooley. “I needed to join the State Police for opportunities for advancement,” he recalled. “I was lucky enough to be assigned to Wythe, Smyth, and Bland counties so I didn’t have to move.” During his time with the State Police, Hody became known for his work with the Honor Guard, performing line-of-duty funeral duties for fallen officers. He was also trained to operate the distracted driving simulator, and in 2022 he was promoted to the Bureau of Criminal Investigations in the Wytheville Field Office. While there, he expanded into bomb and arson specialization. “I went to Emmitsburg, Maryland, for two weeks for the National Fire Academy’s arson school,” he said. “Then I spent three weeks in Roanoke at the 1033 training with the Virginia Department of Fire Programs. The bomb side was more strenuous—schools in Alabama, Henrico, all while working murder investigations and other felonies.” Then, the call came from Sheriff Anthony Cline, asking him to serve as his Chief Deputy—a moment Hody describes as the culmination of everything he had worked toward. “My family has more than 90 years of combined service to the Wythe County Sheriff’s Office,” he said. “I knew this was something I definitely wanted to do.” Hody is also a devoted father. He and his wife, Miranda, live in Fort Chiswell with their daughter, Cecilia, who will turn two in March. During our interview, Hody shared something that struck me deeply. “Your dad was my dad’s hero,” he said. As Chief Deputy, my father hired Sam Viars and Hody’s two uncles—Jack and Doug Hudson. Those three men shaped Hody’s lifelong dream of a career in law enforcement. “At every one of my family’s get-togethers at my grandmother’s house, I would see at least one of those guys in uniform,” he told me. “I knew that’s what I wanted to do.” Hody and my father also shared the same birthday, October 25. Dad passed away the day after his birthday this year. In the midst of mourning him fiercely, hearing that my childhood friend had been named Chief Deputy brought me a warmth I desperately needed. I felt—without hesitation—that Dad had a hand in this from above. Hody didn’t disagree. “I always felt close to Herb,” he said. “My dad said Herb made his career and always spoke very highly of him.” Sheriff Cline also expressed unwavering confidence in his new Chief Deputy. “I selected him because we have the same temperament and the same vision for the department,” Sheriff Cline wrote to me in a text message. “We have the same ideals, and we both want what’s best for Wythe County.” Hody believes technology will be a driving force in their leadership. Sheriff Cline recently secured grant funding for new crime scene scanning technology that provides a virtual 360-degree tour—similar to an online real estate walk-through. “This allows us to put a jury inside the crime scene as we found it,” Hody explained. In many ways, this mirrors my father’s approach. He had a remarkable talent for securing grant funding to bring cutting-edge tools to local law enforcement—without burdening taxpayers. Hody shares that philosophy wholeheartedly. “Protecting our children through our school resource officer program is essential,” he told me. “We want to give the county the best product we can offer and keep people safe at the least cost to them.” There is no doubt in my mind that Chief Deputy Hody Viars will go down as a law enforcement leader admired not only for his professionalism, but for the quality of his character. I know I certainly look up to him—and always have.

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