Zach Cooley

Author: Zach Cooley

Studdard brings short but sweet set to Wytheville

Studdard brings short but sweet set to Wytheville

It has been 23 years since America watched Ruben Studdard claim the second-ever American Idol title on American Idol. Early in the audition process, executive producer Nigel Lythgoe reportedly told him he didn’t “look like” an American Idol. Studdard’s response was simple: he sang. Within three lines of his audition, he had secured his ticket to Hollywood. “The first episode of American Idol I ever watched was the night Kelly Clarkson won,” the now 47-year-old singer told the Wytheville audience of about 200 at the Millwald Theatre on February 26. A backup singer in his wedding band asked him to accompany her to an American Idol audition in Nashville. “I discovered I could sing better than 95 percent of the people who were auditioning,” he said with a smile. Studdard went on not only to win the competition but also to earn a Grammy nomination for his stirring cover of “Superstar,” made famous by Luther Vandross. Upon winning, each Idol champion received a signature single; Studdard’s was “Flying Without Wings,” produced by another hero of Studdard’s, Kenneth “Babyface” Edmonds, and often remembered as his coronation anthem. During a brief but mesmerizing 72-minute performance — half music, half storytelling — the Birmingham, Alabama native revisited those career-defining moments. He shared the story of attending the Grammy Awards with his mother, who fainted after being photographed with her lifelong idol, Smokey Robinson. After recounting that memory, Studdard launched into Robinson’s solo classic “Cruisin’.” He opened the evening with the standard “The Best Things in Life Are Free,” followed by a heartfelt rendition of “Love, Love, Love” by Donny Hathaway. Then came a powerful interpretation of Vandross favorites, including “Don’t You Know That?” and a medley of “Let’s Have a Party” and “Bad Boy.” A personal highlight for many was “Never Too Much,” delivered with warmth and effortless phrasing. Ironically, Studdard admitted he was not always a fan of the R&B legend he now honors so convincingly. “When I was little, I couldn’t stand Luther Vandross because I thought my mother was cheating on my father with him,” he joked. “Every time he came on TV, my mother was on the verge of having a heart attack.” In 1984, when Vandross performed in Birmingham, Studdard’s mother bought nosebleed seats. Six-year-old Ruben had to attend because there was no babysitter. “As a husky kid, I was upset because my mama didn’t have money for nachos, popcorn, or Pepsi,” he recalled. “Luther also made it a rule not to turn the air conditioning on until he came on stage. I had sweated through my Bugle Boy suit. I was not happy.” But within minutes of Vandross taking the stage, everything changed. “He was singing the paint off the walls,” Studdard said. “You couldn’t help but be a fan after that.” The concert also included “Superstar,” which he introduced with a few lines of Aretha Franklin’s “Until You Come Back to Me,” written by Stevie Wonder. From his 2003 debut album Soulful, he performed “Sorry 2004,” and from 2006’s The Return, he offered “Change Me.” Additional soulful tributes included “Would You Mind” by Earth, Wind & Fire. His backing band matched his polish and precision. Guitarist Jon Snow delivered several electric solos that energized the room, keyboardist John Jackson provided silky accompaniment, and drummer David Smith laid down a powerful backbeat. Together, the trio made the small-stage production feel orchestral. Dubbed “The World’s Velvet Teddy Bear” by Gladys Knight, Studdard demonstrated that his voice — despite his own self-deprecating humor — remains remarkably intact. “These notes get hard to hit when you get near 50,” he told the crowd. “I was 24 when I recorded most of these songs.” Judging by the audience’s enthusiastic reception, no one noticed any decline. Ruben Studdard still has what it takes. While some may have questioned paying $81 for premium seating to a performance that ran just over an hour, the overall response appeared overwhelmingly positive. The evening not only satisfied longtime fans but also elevated Wytheville’s profile as a legitimate tour stop along the national circuit with an A-list name like Ruben Studdard on the marquee. For one night at least, the Velvet Teddy Bear proved that time has done little to diminish his resonance — both vocally and nostalgically. As always, I am eternally grateful to Donnie Bales and the top-notch Millwald team for allowing me to attend and cover first-rate entertainment right here in my own hometown.

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Herb Cooley Memorial Scholarship established

Herb Cooley Memorial Scholarship established

My father, Herbert Gray Cooley, was born in rural Grayson County on October 25, 1942. He graduated from Galax High School and went on to earn a bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice from Guilford College in Greensboro, North Carolina, followed by a master’s degree in Criminal Justice Administration from Virginia Commonwealth University in Richmond. Before beginning what would become a 45-year career in law enforcement, my father served four years in the United States Coast Guard as a radio operator. In 1966, he joined the High Point Police Department, where he worked his way through the ranks as a patrol officer, traffic officer, detective, and ultimately narcotics sergeant. After eight years with the department, he joined the North Carolina Office of the Public Defender before returning to his Southwest Virginia roots in 1980 to serve as Chief Deputy of the Wythe County Sheriff’s Office. During his 14 years in Wythe County, my father helped shape much of the community we live in today. Many of the initiatives he put in place continue to make Wytheville safer—not just for residents, but for future generations, including his granddaughter Bella, who can walk its streets because of the protections he helped establish. As longtime chairman of the Transportation Safety Commission, he played a critical role in implementing traffic safety ordinances that continue to save lives. As Chief Deputy, he also launched the county’s first D.A.R.E. program, believing that prevention and education in drug resistance were just as important as enforcement. He secured numerous grants to strengthen public safety while conserving taxpayer dollars, a balance he took very seriously. He was also instrumental in bringing the 911 emergency system to Wythe County through his leadership on the Local Emergency Planning Committee. Beyond his professional duties, my father served tirelessly in numerous civic organizations, including the American Cancer Society, the Rural Retreat Lake Authority, the Ivanhoe Civic League, and the Wytheville Masonic Lodge. He chaired committees for the Chautauqua Festival through the Wythe Arts Council and organized and coached men’s and women’s softball teams throughout the county. One of the proudest moments of his career came in 1983, when he graduated from the FBI National Academy, training alongside officers from every U.S. state and 11 foreign countries. Being invited to attend the Academy is an honor; successfully completing it is an even rarer achievement. He later served as president of the Wytheville–Wythe–Bland Chamber of Commerce and a member of the American Legion. In 1994, my father left Wythe County to serve as Chief of Police in Pulaski, a position he held until 2000. He then completed the final 11 years of his career as Chief of Police for the Vinton Police Department. Under his leadership, the department achieved full state accreditation through the Virginia Department of Criminal Justice Services, becoming one of the first police departments in the Commonwealth to earn that distinction. He also served as president of the Virginia Association of Chiefs of Police. In 2011, he retired after a remarkable 45-year career in public service. As a writer, I was honored to publish Herb Cooley: The Law Enforcement Legacy of My Father, an Amazon bestselling biography released to commemorate the 50th anniversary of his entry into law enforcement. In 2024, my father was further honored with his inclusion on the Civic Monument Wall of Honor in Withers Park in Wytheville. When he passed away peacefully on October 26, 2025—one day after his 83rd birthday—I knew immediately that establishing a scholarship would be the most meaningful way to continue his legacy. I contacted Deanna Bradbury, Director of Institutional Advancement at Wytheville Community College, who helped guide me through the process of creating the scholarship. Establishing it at WCC felt especially appropriate, as my father served as a Police Science instructor there in the 1990s. Among his former students is the current Associate Professor of Criminal Justice, Jim Harrington. I am deeply honored to share that the Chief Herbert Gray Cooley Memorial Scholarship for Public Service has now been officially established. The scholarship is designed to assist students at Wytheville Community College who are studying Criminal Justice or pursuing careers in public service, including first responders. It supports students who face financial barriers that could otherwise derail their education, helping cover costs such as textbooks, tuition, and related expenses. Administered through the WCC Educational Foundation, the scholarship provides one-time, non-repayable assistance to students in good academic standing who live within the college’s service region. Award amounts may vary, but the mission remains constant: to keep good people moving forward. This scholarship is a fitting tribute to a man who spent his life opening doors and saving countless lives. I am profoundly grateful to the donors who made this vision a reality: Chief Debra Duncan of the High Point University Campus Police; retired Captain Steve Campbell of the High Point Police Department; Carl and Kimberly Ayers; Bill and Faron Smith; and Kathryn Knack Hagwood, Attorney at Law, PC. Without their generosity, this scholarship would not exist. I am also deeply thankful to Deanna Bradberry and Dr. Dean Sprinkle, President of Wytheville Community College, for helping make the scholarship official. Continued support will be essential to sustain the fund and help students year after year. Through this effort, my mission is simple: to ensure that the sacrifices and service of Herbert Gray Cooley—to this community and many others—are never forgotten.  

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‘Alice’ brings Barter magic to Wytheville

‘Alice’ brings Barter magic to Wytheville

It was such a genuine thrill to see the Barter Players on stage again—especially here in my hometown at our beautiful Millwald Theatre on Friday, February 13. Their gorgeously whimsical and vibrantly colorful production of Alice in Wonderland was nothing short of magical. In just 45 minutes, the six Barter Player actors had more than 300 audience members—predominantly children who attended the show for free—utterly spellbound from beginning to end. The performance was made free to local public-school children thanks to the generous sponsorship of the Wythe Bland Foundation, whose support ensured that so many young people could experience live theatre at no cost. What a gift to this community. One can rest assured, however, that us adults were equally enthralled. For me, it was an especially meaningful evening. For over two decades, attending productions at the Barter Theatre in Abingdon has been one of the great joys of my career. Though I’m no longer able to travel back and forth regularly, this touring production felt like a rare and cherished homecoming. The ensemble of half a dozen brilliant actors—each a true triple threat of singer, actor, and dancer—brought boundless energy to this wacky and wondrous adaptation of the original work by Lewis Carroll. The book and lyrics were written by longtime in-house Barter playwright Catherine Bush, with music by Dax Dupuy. Together, they crafted a script that remained loyal to Carroll’s riddling verse while infusing it with fresh theatrical vitality. Jay Ruttenberg took center stage as Alice, adorably embracing the precocious character with equal parts curiosity, determination, and a healthy distaste for rules and the mundane. Stephen Cradic was my personal favorite of the evening, portraying the flamboyant King of Hearts as well as the satirical Caterpillar. His tremendous humor and discernible upbeat energy illuminated the stage with immense enjoyment. Whether grooving to a psychedelic ’60s beat before Alice takes a bite of the mushroom or swaying to elevator music as she plummets down the rabbit hole, he added lightheartedness and laughter to every scene in which he appeared. Tyler Cramer, a longtime favorite Barter Player of mine, flawlessly performed the roles of the White Rabbit, the Mushroom, Alice’s Uncle Charles, and several others with his trademark humor, confident singing, and crisp dancing. Marissa Emerson was a joy to watch in a myriad of roles, including Alice’s sister Lorena, the Mad Hatter, the Deuce of Spades, and more. Abigail Martin perhaps had the biggest stretch, playing Alice’s little brother Freddy, the Cheshire Cat, and several roles traditionally portrayed by men. Reilly Blevins was equally brilliant in her maternal portrayals—Alice’s mother, the Queen of Hearts, and the anxious Mother Pigeon who feared that a ten-foot-tall Alice might be after her unhatched eggs. The dialogue in this adaptation was particularly impressive. We were given deeper glimpses into Carroll’s original text than many of us are accustomed to from the familiar Alice in Wonderland. The set design was drenched in brilliant pinks and purples, anchored by a Roman numeral clock spinning seemingly out of control in the background. And in this telling, Alice does not simply chase the White Rabbit out of curiosity—she ventures into Wonderland to retrieve a blank book her sister has given her to fill with her adventures. Clever references to both Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass appeared throughout, including a nod to the character of Time during the Mad Hatter’s tea party scene. The blur between fantasy and reality is executed clearly here as well as morals of moderation, appreciation, and autonomy. All are clearly conveyed in his one-of-a-kind production. The implementation of characters from Alice’s real-life into her imagined one via fantastical alter-egos, as done with Dorothy for The Wizard of Oz, was also a key component to the plot of this production. Just as I was enchanted when I first saw a Barter Theatre production of The Emperor’s New Clothes as a seven-year-old first grader, I remain captivated by the quality and imagination of every Barter production I encounter. Theatre has been a major part of my life as a columnist, and Barter has been central to that journey. It is my fervent hope that future touring productions from Barter Theatre will continue to return to Wytheville. Live theatre—especially when made accessible to children—has the power to ignite imaginations and create lifelong memories. On this particular February evening, it did exactly that.  

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Bohn brings much needed laughter to Wytheville

Bohn brings much needed laughter to Wytheville

February 7th was one of the darkest and bitterly coldest nights of the year. I won’t recount the difficulty I faced getting to the Millwald Theatre as a person with a disability under those conditions. I will simply say that seeing comedian Lucas Bohn made every bit of it worthwhile. A native of the D.C. side of Virginia, Bohn is a former fifth-grade teacher who credits his students for much of the material that helped turn him into a nationally touring comedian. Over the years, he has shared the stage with the likes of Jimmy Fallon, Dave Chappelle, and Kevin Hart—and he brought visual aids to prove exactly where his comedy began. In one cause-and-effect exercise, the cause reads: “Jimmy wants a new bike, but his parents won’t buy him one.” The student’s written effect: “He will ask his grandparents and get a bike.” When asked to support the claim with evidence, the student writes, “Grandparents love him more.” In another example, when the effect reads, “Jane has five brothers and two sisters,” the student identifies the cause as, “Jane’s mom needs a new hobby.” Bohn also demonstrated how much he can learn about a student he’s never met simply by reading a word-association worksheet. “I know this kid goes deer hunting with his dad, likes NASCAR, and knows how to use a duck call,” he said after reading the words “green frog, blue lake, red Solo cup.” “I’m surprised he didn’t write ‘Git-R-Done’ underneath.” Among my other favorite student responses were: “My mom looks beautiful when… that man comes over and she gives us melatonin.” When asked how to make a marriage work, one fifth-grade boy wrote, “Tell your wife she’s beautiful even if she looks like a dump truck.” “There is nothing more I can teach that boy,” Bohn deadpanned. “He is way ahead of the game.” The slideshow that accompanied his 97-minute act only amplified the laughter, complementing his razor-sharp wit, neighborly Southern accent, and uncanny ability to perform a range of character voices with startling precision. His trio of toddler-aged nephews apparently attest to his talent by catering to his every whim—provided he makes the request in his best “Elmo” voice. “Do you want to get Elmo a beer?” Bohn implores. “Yay! You got Elmo a beer! Elmo loves you!” That voice, however, does not translate well when calling into radio stations with rap DJs. “They will cuss you out and hang up on you at the same time,” he reported. Entitled Lesson Plans to Late Night, the show offered the Wytheville audience—made up largely of local teachers thanks to generous sponsorship from the Wythe Bland Foundation—a heartfelt and hilarious look at Bohn’s journey from public schoolteacher to comedy sensation. Bohn also spoke candidly about adopting two Black children and the ignorant questions he sometimes encounters. While playing in the park with his daughter Ella, one woman asked how the child would know to come to him, given that they were of different races. Bohn replied that he simply used the opening African chant from The Lion King to call her. Ella came running, and Bohn lifted her high, just as Rafiki held up Simba on the edge of Pride Rock. “I had no idea,” the woman replied. Lucas and his wife of 17 years, Christy—a first-grade special education teacher in Loudoun County—later adopted a second child, Alexander, whose birth mother and father are both well over six feet tall. Alexander is also Black. “I’m just happy to finally have someone in the family who can dunk,” Bohn joked. During the second half of the act, Bohn pointed out how comedy often writes itself. A street sign reading “Senior Citizen Center,” posted next to a cemetery, provided ample opportunity for comedic adjustment. Another sign read, “Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes the reason is you’re stupid and make bad decisions.” A store sign in Little Rock, Arkansas advertised: “We have all your school supply needs. Miller 12-pack, $7.99.” “You will graduate with a 4.0 blood alcohol level,” Bohn reassured. A Walmart pharmacy sign in West Virginia read: “Compare and save: Trojan condoms $3.79, Huggies diapers $22.” “They’re trying to help you out by doing God’s work,” Bohn observed. “They did the math—and they showed their work.” Bohn also chastised Hollywood for endlessly remaking ’80s and ’90s blockbusters with improved effects without ever asking audiences which films should actually be remade. His proposal: remake the original Star Wars trilogy using actors from classic ’90s movies and television. What followed was a hilarious montage of reenacted scenes. Adam Sandler’s character from The Waterboy would play Luke Skywalker. Princess Leia would be portrayed by Fran Drescher. CGI would resurrect Chris Farley—specifically from the iconic “van down by the river” Saturday Night Live sketch—to play Yoda. Matthew McConaughey would play C-3PO. Eddie Murphy would portray Lando Calrissian, with Mike Myers making a cameo as Shrek, yelling at Donkey to get out of there. Finally, Al Pacino would take on Darth Vader during the iconic “I am your father” scene. This exchange truly has to be seen to be fully appreciated. It was an evening I will always remember, and I hope Lucas Bohn returns to the Millwald soon.

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Cat shelter provides companion

Cat shelter provides companion

About a year ago, we had to put our cat down. My wife, Emily, and our daughter, Bella, immediately wanted another cat. I was not keen on the idea—but I also knew that our dog, Sophie, was fourteen years old. We had had her for twelve years, and we knew she was declining. Emily and Bella went to the Wythe County Animal Society to pick out a cat. Bella chose an orange one and renamed her Ginger. Bella told me that she knew—by the way Ginger allowed her to hold her—that this was the one. My daughter’s instincts were absolutely correct. Sophie had always been content being the queen of the household and ordinarily would not have welcomed another animal into her home. Yet Ginger and Sophie sat together under the bed and never had a cross moment between them. Now we know why. Six weeks after we adopted Ginger, Sophie had to be put down due to a tumor behind her eye. It was one of the most heartbreaking losses we have ever endured. If we had not had Ginger, I truly don’t think any of us would have survived it. We now believe that Sophie was training Ginger to take care of us the way she had all her life. You cannot tell me that animals do not go to heaven. I firmly believe Sophie is there—and that she manifests herself within Ginger, especially in the way Ginger looks after my wife. Within the past year, this loving little feline has brought so much joy to our family during some of our darkest times. Unfortunately, 2025 would bring even darker hours. My father passed away on October 26, 2025—one day after his 83rd birthday. To lose a parent is one of the hardest losses anyone can endure, and once again, Ginger helped sustain our spirits. My father was a tremendous lover of animals. He met Ginger one time and wanted to hold her, but she had only recently come from the shelter and was still very wary of people she didn’t know. I’m certain she would have come to love him, as all animals did. When Ginger first came to us, she had a severe cold from her time in the kennel. We don’t know how long she had been at the shelter, but we do know she had been feral at some point—one of her ears had been clipped. You would never know now that she had ever been antisocial. Ironically, I was the hardest nut for her to crack. When she first arrived and was sick, she would snuggle beside me in bed. Once she recovered, she seemed afraid of me. I never knew whether it was my wheelchair or something I had unknowingly done to frighten her. Eventually, though, she warmed up to me—and now she sleeps every night in the crook of my leg. More importantly, Ginger has become a constant and faithful companion for my wife, who lives with post-traumatic stress disorder and other trauma-related issues. Ginger is the perfect prescription for chasing Emily’s blues away. She has also been a tremendous comfort to our daughter, who spent nearly every night of her life with Sophie sleeping beside her. As a parent, that was perhaps the hardest part of losing Sophie—not just our own grief, or even watching your spouse suffer, but seeing your child in pain and being unable to take it away. There is no explanation or cure for that kind of hurt. We are endlessly grateful to Ginger for the love she has given our family, and we hope we return it in full. We’re fairly confident that we do—because, like Sophie, she is quite content being the sole animal in the house and announces herself each morning with a regal, queenly meow when it’s time for breakfast. I especially want to thank the good folks at the Wythe County Animal Shelter for ensuring Ginger was well cared for until we were able to adopt her. They do the best they can despite being at overflow capacity with both cats and dogs, and they clearly care deeply about every animal they are trying to save. For a $50 adoption fee, we received a companion who will hopefully be part of our family for a very long time. We will never forget such a gift.  

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Parker film aids in revitalization award nomination for Downtown Wytheville

Parker film aids in revitalization award nomination for Downtown Wytheville

When I heard that my good friend Cory Parker had released a new film in partnership with Downtown Wytheville, I couldn’t wait to see the finished product. Through his company, MountainCAP Media, Parker has delivered yet another visual triumph with the 25-minute documentary Downtown Wytheville: A Story of Revitalization. The film chronicles the rise of Downtown Wytheville, Inc. and its pivotal role in rejuvenating the town’s historic core—most notably the Millwald Theatre, now a true crown jewel of the community. Founded a dozen years ago, the organization has become a model for grassroots, trust-based civic transformation. Executive Director Todd Wolford, who is featured prominently throughout the film, spoke with me about the project and the milestone it commemorates. Wytheville has been selected as a Great American Main Street Award semifinalist, chosen by a national jury of industry professionals and community leaders. Out of more than 2,000 applicants, the town was narrowed down to the top eight. The ultimate winner will be announced in April. Once a bustling hub along the Great Wagon Road, downtown Wytheville saw its vitality wane in the late 20th century as new interstates redirected commerce to strip malls on the outskirts of town. Determined to reclaim the community’s civic heart, local residents formed Downtown Wytheville, Inc. in 2014. In just over a decade, the transformation has been remarkable. The district is now a thriving destination filled with breweries, restaurants, small businesses, public art, a boutique hotel, and a restored historic theater. More than $23 million in private downtown investment has been generated, alongside $10 million in public improvements, breathing new life into once-condemned buildings and turning them into active centers of community life. If Parker’s film is any indication, Wytheville stands as strong a contender as any town in the nation for the Great American Main Street Award. After watching it, I knew I wanted to be part of the campaign. “There are extensive volunteer opportunities for anyone wanting to work with Downtown Wytheville,” Wolford told me. “We’re also occasionally looking for new board members.” One especially compelling moment in our conversation came when Wolford shared that his grandfather once ran a soda shop on Main Street in the 1950s. As much as I would love a place to have a malt or old-fashioned Coke, those kinds of businesses are hard to keep afloat in the local economy. Though he added that reopening his grandfather’s shop isn’t in his plans, he urged the community to bring its business to downtown in order to keep them alive. “Small-town businesses are hard to sustain unless the community supports them regularly,” he said. “We must make them a routine part of our patronage.” That observation underscores a critical reality. With long-standing businesses like Kincer Miller Hardware, Wytheville Office Supply, and Gwynn Furniture now gone from Main Street, supporting newer establishments—such as Burger Express, The Eclectic Pearl, and The Turquoise Junkie boutique—is more important than ever. Much of downtown’s revival can be traced to the reopening of the historic George Wythe Hotel as the Bolling Wilson Hotel in 2014, which directly sparked the formation of Downtown Wytheville, Inc. “We had this beautiful hotel for people to stay in,” Wolford recalled. “Then we realized we needed things for people to do when they came to town. We knew we couldn’t leave an abandoned theater sitting in the middle of Main Street.” That theater reopened in November 2022 as a performing arts center and has since hosted national acts including The Drifters, The Coasters, Jim Messina, and Pam Tillis. Downtown Wytheville’s success is also rooted in strong leadership and collaboration. Charlie Jones, a former youth ambassador, went on to become the assistant director of Downtown Wytheville, Inc. Deb King, a longtime creative artist and marketing professional, has also played an essential role. “I can’t say enough about the people and how well we work together,” Wolford said. “Without them, Downtown Wytheville would never be what it is today.” If I could afford it, I would book a week in the Bolling Wilson Hotel, where my family and I would stay, then take in all the shows at the Millwald Theatre, have dinner at Moon Dog Brick Oven Pizza, one of the first businesses to open in the newly-resurrected Main Street, and hit all the other downtown spots as though I were a tourist. I think it would be a great lesson in that, sometimes, in order to have the best adventures, we need look no further than our own backyard.

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Wytheville native keynote speaker at MLK ceremony

Wytheville native keynote speaker at MLK ceremony

Returning to a place that shaped his earliest memories, Sterling Crockett stood on the stage of the Millwald Theatre Sunday afternoon and offered a keynote address that blended hometown reflection with a sober warning about economic neglect, division, and the unfinished legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Crockett, a writer, community strategist, builder, and Wytheville native who has spent recent years living in Florida, was the featured speaker at the town’s Martin Luther King Jr. Day celebration. He opened with a simple declaration that set the tone for the afternoon. “It is good to be home,” he said. The Millwald Theatre, Crockett noted, was once a central gathering place for families and friends. He recalled attending movies there as a child, including Star Wars in 1977, a time when imagination felt boundless and the future seemed full of promise. For Crockett, the building symbolized shared experience and community—an idea that would echo throughout his remarks. “Most of you didn’t know me as Sterling back then,” he told the audience. “You knew me as Chris.” Crockett reflected on growing up in Wytheville, playing ball, and being encouraged by a town that watched him chase opportunities beyond its borders. Yet he was careful to stress that his return was not an act of judgment. “I am not standing here today as someone who came back to lecture his hometown,” Crockett said. “I am standing here as someone who was shaped by it—by the people, by the opportunities, and by the limits too.” Throughout the address, Crockett drew a sharp distinction between individual responsibility and systemic failure. When he spoke of neglect, he emphasized, he was not blaming neighbors or families, but rather decisions made by distant leadership and economic systems that left communities vulnerable. “That distinction matters,” he said, “because the story we tell about who is responsible determines whether anything ever changes.” Turning to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Crockett urged the audience to look beyond the familiar imagery of the 1963 “I Have a Dream” speech. While acknowledging its enduring power, he focused instead on King’s final years, when the civil rights leader warned that America was ignoring deeper structural problems. Near the end of his life, King famously said he feared he had been leading his people into a “burning building.” Crockett expanded on the metaphor, explaining that buildings rarely collapse from a single dramatic event. More often, they fail because foundations weaken—because small compromises and hidden erosion go unaddressed. “A building can look sound from the outside,” Crockett said. “The doors can still open. The signs can still say, ‘Welcome.’ And yet the foundation can already be compromised.” King, Crockett argued, recognized that America was willing to remove visible barriers while leaving the deeper architecture of economic inequality intact. Lunch counters could be integrated, but wages remained stagnant. Voting rights could expand, while housing segregation persisted through policy and finance. Rights, Crockett said, mean little without economic stability beneath them. He then brought King’s critique into the present, pointing to Wytheville and similar Appalachian communities that have seen opportunity steadily narrow. Decent work—jobs that provided dignity, stability, and the ability to plan for the future—has disappeared. Wages have flattened as living costs increased. Young people have left not because they lacked love for their hometowns, but because staying no longer guaranteed a viable future. “That did not happen because we failed as people,” Crockett said. “It happened because economic foundations were allowed to erode.” As those foundations weakened, Crockett said, deeper crises took root. He addressed the region’s drug epidemic directly, describing fentanyl and methamphetamine as symptoms of untreated economic and structural pain rather than personal weakness. “When economic security erodes,” he said, “pain goes untreated—and something more dangerous always moves in to fill the gap.” Crockett emphasized that addiction and loss have crossed racial lines, devastating poor and working-class white families and black families alike, though often through different systems. He warned that racial division has been encouraged because it distracts communities from confronting the structural causes of harm. “As long as we are arguing across racial lines,” he said, “the systems that hollowed out towns like this one never have to answer.” In closing, Crockett returned to the legacy of Dr. King’s later work, particularly his focus on economic justice and coalition-building through the Poor People’s Campaign. That shift, he said, was what made King truly dangerous—not his rhetoric, but his organizing. “This is not a call for perfection,” Crockett told the audience. “It is a call for participation.” Crockett left listeners with a final challenge. “The question before us is no longer whether we admire Dr. King,” he said. “The question is whether we will build what he was trying to make possible.”  

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Not A Sparrow Falls drops today

Not A Sparrow Falls drops today

On August 15, 1926, Wytheville experienced perhaps the darkest hour in its history, when one of its citizens was lynched solely because the color of his skin was Black. Long before the lynching of Raymond Byrd was memorialized on a plaque at the site of the former Wythe County jail, a friend of mine, David Monahan, approached me with the idea of writing a novel inspired by this tragic event. From the very beginning, the idea both compelled and frightened me. I was deeply drawn to the story, yet I felt I lacked both the courage and, perhaps more importantly, the lived experience to tell it responsibly. For more than a decade, I wrestled with that truth. Ultimately, I arrived at a novel that includes this history—but in fictionalized form. Names have been changed, and certain circumstances differ from the historical record. I still do not feel qualified to tell the full truth of this story as it deserves to be told. That work has already been done with great care and scholarship by the late local historian John Johnson in his book They Gathered a Mob. My novel, however, seeks to tell a more multifaceted story. While I do not understand—and would never claim to understand—what it means to be societally ostracized because of race, I do know what it feels like to be treated as a third-class citizen as a person with a disability. A century ago, the experience was far harsher. If a disabled child survived birth at all, institutionalization was often immediate and permanent. That reality was another truth I wanted to confront in this story. One of my sister’s favorite books is To Kill a Mockingbird. It is one of mine as well. Inspired by it, I introduced a disabled teenage boy and his younger sister into the narrative, drawing from our own childhood. I included memories of strolling the streets of our neighborhood together, planning imaginary journeys, always accompanied by our dog, Fluffy—who was tragically killed by a car. After I lost another dog years later, I was devastated by the thought that I might never see him again. I had been told that animals do not go to heaven. That idea broke my heart. Dogs love unconditionally in the way God calls humans to love—and so often, we fall short where animals do not. I could not accept that such love would be excluded from eternity. Years later, a caseworker visited my home, and I shared that grief with her. She introduced me to Matthew 10:29: “Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father.” I held onto that verse. I carried it with me for years. It became the spiritual foundation of this book. I knew I wanted to write a story that paid tribute to Raymond Byrd, to the pets I have loved and lost, and to people with disabilities like myself—to affirm that a meaningful quality of life should never be denied to any of us. At its heart, though, this book is also a tribute to my sister. She is six years younger than I am, yet she often took better care of me than I ever did of her as her big brother. My childhood was wonderful because I had the greatest playmate in the world. She was my baby, and she is the reason I wanted to become a father. Through her, I learned the joy, tenderness, and purpose that come from loving a child. She has always been kind, funny, generous, and loving. Today, she remains among my truest friends and my most trusted confidants. This book is as much a tribute to her as it is to anything else. On a more serious note, I want readers to see the connection—however uncomfortable—between the mistreatment and misunderstanding of people of color, people with disabilities, and even animals. These are very different experiences, but they share a common root: the denial of dignity. In the end, we are all God’s creatures, and we are far more alike than different. If the idea that “not a sparrow falls” does not convey that truth, then my work has failed. Not a Sparrow Falls has the potential to be the most important book of my career—but only if people are willing to engage with its message. If you are open to examining the unsettling parallels between our present moment and the world of a hundred years ago, I humbly invite you to read it. As its back cover summarizes, “In the shadowed hills of 1920s Virginia, teenager Eli Ellis moves through life in a wheelchair, his sharp eyes and quiet strength carrying more than just the weight of his own body. Beside him is his little sister Sill, brave and bold with a sketchbook always in hand, and their dog Fluffy — until the day violence steals more than just their peace. When a lynching in their town is hushed, the siblings record the dirty secrets of Stones Mill. Their handmade book spreads faster than whispers in the church pews, drawing admiration, suspicion — and danger. As community support swells and opposition turns threatening, the Ellis family is pushed to the edge, facing down the powerful men who would rather preserve silence than face justice. Eli must find his voice, not just on the page but in the town square, as the truth begins to stir hearts and shake foundations. Based on true events, Not a Sparrow Falls is a tender, unflinching portrait of a small town at the crossroads of conscience. Told through Eli’s wise and wounded voice, it is a story of resistance, remembrance, and the quiet resilience of those who refuse to be erased.” This is the strongest statement I have ever made as an author. If you give it a chance, I would genuinely love to hear whether its message reached you. Not a Sparrow Falls is now available on Amazon in hardcover…

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Wilson pens techno-thriller series

Wilson pens techno-thriller series

I never would have guessed that one of the quietest, kindest students I met at George Wythe High School would one day write two of the most technically sophisticated and emotionally charged science fiction thrillers I’ve ever read. Benjamin Wilson, who went on to graduate from Virginia Tech and build a remarkable career in telecommunications security and artificial intelligence, has transformed his deep professional expertise into fiction that feels as real as tomorrow’s headlines. Wilson’s novels — The Sovereign War and Obsidian Protocol — are part of two interwoven series that follow the same protagonist, Nathan Bishop, a brilliant but conflicted operative navigating the shadowy intersections of intelligence, surveillance, and artificial intelligence. Drawing on Wilson’s fifteen years of experience in fraud prevention, secure communications, and AI development at companies such as SAP, Sinch, and Vonage, both books deliver an extraordinary blend of technical authenticity and human drama. The first book, The Sovereign War, begins in the wake of 9/11 — an event that shattered millions of lives and reshaped the global security landscape. For Nathan Bishop, a young analytical genius recruited under the guise of a graduate fellowship, the tragedy becomes something else entirely: a code to be cracked.As the alphabet agencies close in — NSA, CIA, and the mysterious private unit known only as Orion Team — Nathan is molded into an intelligence tool, trained to see the world through data streams and behavioral algorithms rather than emotion. What begins as patriotic duty quickly becomes psychological disassembly. Wilson’s background in communications infrastructure and AI systems shows in every page — not as technical jargon for its own sake, but as a reflection of how easily the human mind can be programmed when it’s conditioned to solve instead of feel. There’s an eerie beauty in how Wilson writes about data — how code becomes a kind of poetry for Nathan, and how every equation represents both order and loss. Through him, Wilson captures a haunting question: when we build systems to predict and control behavior, what happens to the people inside them? The prose is sharp and clinical when it needs to be, then suddenly raw and human. In one passage, Nathan compares the quiet hum of the surveillance grid to a heartbeat — a machine pulse that replaces his own. Wilson doesn’t just describe intelligence work; he dissects it. Every mission, every keystroke, feels like a small surrender of selfhood. It’s this emotional undercurrent that makes The Sovereign War far more than a spy thriller — it’s a study in the cost of control. If The Sovereign War is about creation, Obsidian Protocol is about reckoning. Here we find Nathan Bishop years later, a former operative gone dark, hunted by his own invention — a shadow network led by his onetime colleague Marcus Hale, now known only as “Omega.” When Nathan’s sister Emily becomes the target of a deepfake disinformation campaign designed to flush him out, the battle turns personal. Wilson’s grasp of real-world cyberwarfare and AI manipulation is both impressive and unsettling. Every hack, every digital mirage, feels plausible. He writes not with the speculative imagination of a futurist but with the precision of someone who’s seen the architecture of deception from the inside. But beneath the code and circuitry lies something even more compelling: Nathan’s rediscovery of his own humanity. The more he tries to fight technology with technology, the more he realizes that empathy — not logic — may be the only weapon left. Wilson’s portrayal of this internal conflict is what elevates Obsidian Protocol above the genre’s usual tropes. He understands that the true threat isn’t the rise of artificial intelligence, but our willingness to become artificial ourselves. What makes both novels remarkable is how seamlessly Wilson fuses his technical expertise with emotional storytelling. You can tell this is a writer who’s not just guessing at how systems work — he’s lived it. His career in fraud prevention and secure communications lends credibility to every line of code and every classified mission. Yet, despite the complexity of his subject matter, his writing remains accessible, driven by character and emotion rather than pure exposition. Wilson’s protagonist embodies that duality — half machine, half man, constantly negotiating between precision and passion. The reader doesn’t need to understand every technical term to grasp the story’s deeper truth: that data without empathy becomes dangerous, and intelligence without conscience becomes tyranny. What also stands out is the compassion threaded through the chaos. Wilson never loses sight of the human cost of technology. His work in global communication systems — including anti-fraud initiatives that protect the vulnerable — clearly informs the moral backbone of his fiction. It’s no coincidence that Nathan Bishop’s story often turns toward protecting others, even when it puts him in harm’s way. Reading these books, I couldn’t help but reflect on the young man I once knew at George Wythe High School — quiet, humble, brilliant. His father, Greg Wilson, was a respected science teacher, and it’s clear Ben inherited both his intellect and curiosity. We both lived through 9/11 as teenagers, and it’s fascinating to see how that shared moment of global trauma shaped our adult work. For Wilson, it became a lens through which to explore power, fear, and faith in technology. For me, it became an opportunity to read and learn from his perspective. It’s rare to find a novelist who can bridge the gap between technical precision and genuine emotion — rarer still to find one who does it with such humility and purpose. Wilson’s books remind us that even in a world of algorithms and surveillance, the heart still matters. His stories pulse with moral clarity, empathy, and wonder, asking us to consider not just what we create, but what those creations make of us.

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Missing my Dad at Christmas

Missing my Dad at Christmas

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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