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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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A ride to remember

November 18, 2025 Zach Cooley No Comments

When your best friend offers you a ride on his tractor, you take him up on it—especially when all the riding you usually do is in your own power wheelchair. Jacob Sharitz and I have known each other for more than half our lives, and for most of that time, I’ve been privileged to call him the best friend I’ve ever known. He has been there for me in both the brightest and darkest moments of my life, performing acts of friendship that no one should ever have to ask of another—and doing it all with grace, kindness, and humility. Jacob is one of the finest human beings I have ever had the blessing of encountering. The fact that he could lift my 180 pounds of dead weight into a cherry-red Massey Ferguson tractor—complete with cab—without putting either of us in the hospital is a miracle in itself. Yet he did it with effortless ease, giving me a view of farm life I’d never seen before. The mountains of Wythe County are beautiful from any angle, but they are especially breathtaking when seen through the windshield of a tractor or a side-by-side. Jacob is a seventh-generation farmer on the 250 acres he and his family own, and it’s easy to see why he enjoys the farm life as much as he does. “I love my moos,” he said affectionately, referring to the hundreds of cattle he feeds and tends to daily. “My farm life gives me time to myself after talking to people all day long.” Our tour included a stop to see one of Jacob’s favorites: Pumpkin, a cow he bottle-fed after returning home from college in 2013. Now older and feeble, she still gets special treatment. Jacob gently nudges her along, making sure she gets safely through the gate for feeding. “Nothing upsets me more than when I’m trying to feed these cows and they just won’t listen,” he said with a laugh. “They just stand there and act dumb.” Despite their occasional stubbornness, Jacob tends each animal with patience and care—the same way he treats his human friends. We rode in his truck across the rolling fields before switching to a side-by-side to check the perimeter fences, determining how many hay bales he’d need to move for the day. Then I watched as he hopped on a forklift, moving three massive bales in record time while his hungry herd eagerly awaited. Finally, he got me up into the tractor he’d dreamed of owning most of his life. In 2021, that dream became a reality. “I like a tractor with a cab,” he said, pointing toward the old family relic from the 1970s. “If you can find the right slope, the hay will roll down the hill just perfectly, and you’ll have fed dozens of cows.” For the past decade, Jacob has been one of the top loan officers at Virginia Farm Credit, serving Wythe County and a dozen others across Southwest Virginia and Southern West Virginia. Under the leadership of his boss and longtime friend, Brian Repass, he has helped countless families secure farmland and financing for their agricultural operations. As for his own family operation, Jacob manages all 250 acres himself. When he first took me on a tour of his land—adjoining the farm owned by the Walters family, from which came his bride of eight years, Martha—it was easy to see his deep pride and connection to the place. Martha is a successful physician assistant with Wythe Physician Practices. Together, they have two beautiful children: three-year-old Myra and one-year-old James. After our ride around the farm, we visited their lovely two-story home, where his most faithful pal, a loyal dog named Killian, greeted me. I have fond memories of my daughter Bella petting Killian during Jacob’s visits—often while taking a ride on “Uncle Jacob’s” shoulders. Martha greeted us with a smile. Myra gave me hugs that made my night, while baby James took a little longer to warm up—but by the end of the evening, he was blowing me kisses. It was my first time meeting him, and the first time I’d seen Myra since her first birthday two years ago. Jacob was also kind enough to send me home with six pounds of freshly ground beef, processed from his own cattle. I can say with absolute sincerity that it tastes far better than anything you can buy at a store. It contains virtually no fat, yet is still juicy and full of the rich, clean flavor that only truly homegrown products can offer. His warehouse—affectionately referred to by Brian as “Jake’s Steaks”—is enough to make any carnivore, including myself, hungry. Though I admit it was slightly disheartening to see a cute cow with a white stripe across her head, a “baldy” as Jacob called her, knowing she would eventually become part of the meat hanging inside, it’s impossible not to marvel at the quality and variety he produces. The generous gift he provided kept my family fed for weeks. More importantly, the evening I spent with him came as a welcome distraction during a difficult time, as my father was in his last days. Having grown up on a dairy farm himself, Dad would have got a real kick out of seeing me atop a tractor dropping hay bales for the cattle. I am sorry I couldn’t share the pictures with him; he passed away less than a week later. He loved Jacob and was as grateful for his steadfast friendship with me as I am. It just goes to show that the truest friendships never fade, no matter the distance or the years between visits. I have never had a better friend than Jacob Sharitz—and I strongly suspect no one has ever had a greater friend than he has been to me. I am deeply grateful for his kind heart, and I look forward to many more adventures together for our families in the years to come.

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New PBS doc highlights SWVA’s role in American Revolution

November 18, 2025 Zach Cooley No Comments

My first story since the passing of my father brought me back to one of my favorite local spots. The Millwald Theatre was offering a free screening of a new Blue Ridge PBS documentary, Resolved to Live and Die: The Revolutionary Roots of Southwest Virginia, an hour-long film committed to exploring the revolutionary roots of Southwest Virginia. Delivered with the full Ken Burns treatment, it is the first documentary of its kind to finally showcase our region’s major role in the beginnings of the Revolutionary War. Beautifully photographed and filmed on location here in Wytheville at the Willowbrook Jackson/Umberger Homestead Museum, the documentary features Michael Gillman, manager of historic sites and homestead museum operations with the Town of Wytheville Department of Museums. No one knows more about Wythe County history than Michael Gillman—a longtime friend and lifelong Wytheville native. He appears both as a reenactor in authentic Revolutionary War clothing and as one of the film’s primary speakers. “I learned from the best,” Michael told me after the fact. “Jim Spraker, Davy Davis, and the late John Johnson were among some of my greatest mentors.” Of course, the section that mattered most to me was the portion about the Fincastle Resolutions, which included footage of the plaque in modern-day Austinville, Virginia. I have always believed that the Austinville area—home to my mother’s side of the family for centuries—is the most historically significant part of our region, though too often overlooked. “Some of the first [immigrants] to arrive were Welsh miners, drawn by the newly discovered lead deposits near present-day Austinville in Wythe County,” the documentary states. “Founded in 1756 by Colonel John Chiswell, the mines faced early financial struggles, but eventually became vital to the Patriot cause.” “Chiswell goes to England and brings William Herbert and his family over here in 1761,” Michael explains in the documentary. “The first letter written out of modern-day Wythe County was from Captain William Herbert, who basically states that the enslaved arrived safe and well, and that they would get moving to get the lead, which they started mining leads successfully.” The Fincastle Resolutions, long said to be a precursor to the Declaration of Independence, were signed in Austinville. At least, that is what I always thought. However, Michael proposes in the documentary that it is more likely the document was signed at the McGavock home eight miles away in Fort Chiswell. Neither location can be proven definitively, but his reasoning is compelling. As Michael explains, James McGavock—one of the signers of the Fincastle Resolutions—likely played a central role in where the men gathered. “We know they met at his tavern,” he says in the film. “And since all of these men traveled the Great Wagon Road, they would have passed McGavock’s establishment on their way to Austinville. Given that, why would they travel eight miles farther just to sign the resolutions in Austinville?” It is a question that invites debate, curiosity, and the kind of historical dialogue this documentary so skillfully inspires. The first rough cut of the documentary ran over two hours, and the project took more than two years to complete. Inevitably, much Wythe County history ended up on the cutting-room floor. Still, the 56 minutes that did make it to air—premiering on PBS Appalachia and Blue Ridge PBS on Sunday, November 16th, ahead of the new six-part Ken Burns series on the American Revolution—offer a beautifully crafted piece of cinematography accompanied by a narrative rich in historical context. One key takeaway is how unsettlingly familiar the political forces that sparked and escalated the Revolutionary War feel when compared to today. While many skirmishes centered on land disputes, allegiance often fell along much more personal lines. A man might become a Patriot simply because a Loyalist had insulted his brother—cementing him on the opposing side of whatever his rival supported. Though our history books often portray the conflict as Americans versus the British, the documentary reveals that it was very much a global conflict that affected all nationalities, including pitting Americans against Americans. One particularly relevant story that did not make the final cut was that of Reverend George Flohr, a German-born minister who fled to Southwest Virginia to escape the brutal fighting of the Revolutionary War in his homeland. He founded the St. John’s churches in both Rural Retreat and Wytheville, and is buried in the St. John’s Lutheran Church Cemetery in Wytheville. For me, however, the heart of the film lies in its attention to Wythe County—my lifelong homeland. That is what draws me most deeply into this one-of-a-kind documentary. Blue Ridge PBS Director of Content Carol Jennings wrote the bulk of the script for this compelling documentary. During the question-and-answer panel at the end of the screening, she shared that she will be posting bonus video segments—scenes that did not make it into the final cut—on the Blue Ridge PBS website over the next couple of months. The story of Reverend Flohr will be among those added features. At any rate, I extend my deepest appreciation to everyone involved in creating this documentary, which finally shines a long-overdue spotlight on our hometowns and their pivotal role in the birth of this nation. To have our story told at this level is a rare and special honor, one of which we should all be proud.

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Finding blessing amid overwhelming loss

November 15, 2025 Zach Cooley No Comments

Personally, this year has been one of the worst of my life, as I have suffered the greatest loss I have ever had to endure. My father departed this world on October 26th, one day after his 83rd birthday. I am profoundly grateful for his life and for all the things that were shared between us—things that ensured nothing was left undone in our relationship by the time he left this world. However, with the most profound of losses come the greatest blessings in the outpouring of love and condolences my family and I have received over the last month. First of all, I want to thank Shirley Mooney and the wonderful folks at Coal Creek Community Church in Galax, who provided us with a beautiful place to hold his celebration of life and the catered reception afterward. My most sincere thanks also go to the Russell County Sheriff’s Office, whose Honor Guard gave Dad the most beautiful military send-off I have ever witnessed. I am eternally grateful to my friends on the Wythe County Board of Supervisors—Stacy Terry and Chairman Brian W. Vaught—for facilitating and decreeing that the Wythe County flag in front of the courthouse be lowered to half-staff on the day before his funeral. That courthouse holds many memories for me, as I often accompanied my dad to work during his years as Chief Deputy of the Wythe County Sheriff’s Office. My dad’s devotion to Wythe County, to every community he served throughout Southwest Virginia, and to High Point, North Carolina, made each of those places better because of his 45 years of duty as a police officer and, most notably, as a police chief in the towns of Pulaski and Vinton. The lowering of the flag was one of the greatest honors bestowed upon his legacy, and it is a gesture our family will always hold dear. Brian—better known as “Cheese” to his friends—even purchased a copy of Herb Cooley: The Law Enforcement Legacy of my Father, the book I wrote in 2016, and placed it in the Sheriff’s Office display case beside other photos of my Dad and his “Elect Herb Cooley” pencil from his 1991 campaign for Wythe County Clerk of Court. That honor meant more to me than I can articulate. I also express my thanks to Mark Sage, Curtis Hawkins, Debbie Adams, Mike Williams, Jimmy Tomlin, and especially Lindsey Cook of WDBJ7, for their newspaper and television coverage of Dad’s legacy. The day I truly grieve will be the day people forget the sacrifices Herb Cooley made to keep the communities he served as safe as possible. The initiatives he instituted continue to help these communities thrive today. So many personal friends have been extraordinarily generous in their kindness toward our family. My dear friends at the Wytheville Moose Lodge #394—of which I am proud to be a member—sent us a beautiful bouquet, and a beautiful card engraved in gold. Jennifer Bilbrey, Elizabeth Paradise, Cindy Fields, Sandra Carty, Teny Underwood, and Anne B. Crockett-Stark all sent money, food, or flowers to our home—a gesture that means more than I can ever express. My very best friends, though, are the people who showed up to my father’s funeral specifically on my behalf: Jacob Sharitz, and Mr. and Mrs. Greg Taylor. Their support throughout this entire ordeal—indeed, throughout my entire life—is one of the greatest blessings I can claim. This does not diminish the hundreds, if not thousands, of condolences I have received in cards, Facebook comments, messages, and heartfelt words from people all over the area who took the time to tell me how much my dad meant to them. I may not have had the opportunity to personally acknowledge every message, but none of them were lost on me. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart. Even more than these wonderful friends, I am most thankful for the two people on this earth who see me as I truly am—beyond my mangled frame and wheelchair-bound body: my wife, Emily, and my daughter, Bella. Their devotion to me is more than anyone could ever deserve or repay. They are the reasons I can wake in the morning and sleep peacefully at night, knowing I have a life worth living. It is worth living because God placed these two angels in my life. My wife battles many of her own afflictions, including complex PTSD from past trauma and non-compaction cardiomyopathy, yet she is the sole caregiver of an immobile husband with cerebral palsy—one who cannot help her clean the house, buy groceries, or drive our daughter to school. She does all of this and infinitely more, often at the cost of her own physical and mental well-being. There are no words for how much this woman means to me or how precious she is in my sight. My daughter is equally kindhearted and strong in spirit, with the ability to say some of the wisest things I have ever heard from any human being, despite being only eleven years old. She is the joy of our lives and the happiness in my soul each and every day. She makes my broken, blackened heart shimmer with specks of gold. My mother and sister—two women who always brought magic into my life—are now suffering in ways I cannot ease. This year, my sister and I both lost our dogs. Tucker, a Cotoń de Tulear, and Sophie, a Bichon Frise, were not pets; they were our babies. Sophie was my daughter’s sister. And to anyone who dismisses the loss of an animal as mild, I pity that they have never known the kind of love we experienced from our white, fluffy monkeys. They died within a month of each other this past winter at the age of 14, having been with us most of their lives. My dad loved his grand-puppies, and they adored their “Pop.” I know they greeted him at the gates of Heaven, along with his parents and his brother…

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Chief Herb Cooley honored with top-notch life celebration

November 15, 2025 Zach Cooley No Comments

It was a beautiful day on Saturday, November 8th, at Coal Creek Community Church in Galax. The adjacent cemetery is a place I visited many times throughout my life, walking beside my father as he told me stories about my grandparents and great-grandparents. I always enjoyed those history lessons. This time, though, I went there with the rest of my family to lay my father to rest. It was a moment I had dreaded my entire life, yet the service could not have been more beautiful or more honoring of him. It was the nicest service I have ever attended, and that felt fitting for the greatest man I have ever known. My sister, Tara Sanchez, designed a breathtaking remembrance table complete with badges, plaques, and photos from his life and career. Her slideshow—more than 600 photos spanning eight decades—was heart-wrenching, as were her beautiful memorial cards. It was the greatest display I have ever seen. Attendees numbered more than 150 family members, friends, and representatives from all four departments where he worked, along with four Wythe County sheriffs, past and present, and the current Vinton chief, whom Dad had hired. My cousin Jane Harrison, one of four sisters my father claimed as his own, officiated the hour-long ceremony. It opened with the eulogy I delivered, as I made good on the promise I once made to him that I would not cry. Oddly enough, I could not shed a single tear throughout the entire service. It seemed my grief ran deeper than anything tears could express. I watched my mother sob in pain. I do not see my mother cry very often, and when I do, it feels as though the world is ending. To see her so undone, so incurably devastated, rendered me the most helpless of sons—especially knowing all of us were experiencing the same heartbreak for the same reason, and that nothing any of us could do would ease the pain. If you read my column last week, then you already know the heart of the tribute I delivered at my father’s celebration of life. “I remember giving my first eulogy for my great-grandmother eleven years ago. My dad was there beside me, helping me turn the pages. I tried so hard not to cry, but when I broke down at the end, he put his arm around me and said, ‘Good job, buddy.’ How I long for his presence and his words of approval today,” I began, ending with these words: “As much as I wish he were standing beside me today, it would only be so that I could put my arm around him and say, ‘You did a good job.’” Steve Campbell is a master orator whom I first met 14 years ago at my father’s retirement banquet. He had worked under my dad at the High Point Police Department in the early 1970s before retiring as a captain. He and my father continued their friendship for the next half century. “He was a leader, not just a capable administrator,” Steve said. “His ability to communicate with people from all walks of life was one of his greatest strengths. He could identify with everyone—from the poverty-stricken to the elite and the elected politicians. Chief Herb Cooley’s steadfast dedication was instrumental in building, maintaining, and preserving professional police services wherever he served.” My cousin Jane next shared her first memory of him, from when she was in the first grade and he was a teenager. “We were in a shed, shielding ourselves from the cold as we waited for the school bus,” she recalled. “This tall teenage boy stood with his back to us, blocking the wind as best he could. I thought he was wonderful, and from that moment on, I always felt that way. He was always our protector, and he spent his life protecting the public.” Her sister Carol then spoke of him in a similar fashion. “We loved him and looked up to him our entire lives,” she stated. “His legacy is one of a life well lived.” It was unexpected when my Uncle Doug Cooley stood to speak. We were fairly certain he had opted out, not believing himself emotionally able, but he did a wonderful job. Not only were they brothers, but Dad was also Doug’s boss for 14 years at the Wythe County Sheriff’s Office. “Everyone who ever worked for him or played on his softball team became his family,” he said. “Everything he did, he turned into a family event.” “In the darkest moments of my life, he gave me a sense of security I’ve never had,” said my wife, his beloved daughter-in-law, through tears. “He knew, both of us having heart conditions, how hard it was to put one foot in front of the other, and he asked about my health even in his last days.” “Herb was a great friend who always gave me much-needed advice,” said Deborah Duncan, High Point University Police Chief. “He told me my job in law enforcement was important and to do it well, but to always remember that family was the most important job.” During the graveside service, Emily sang a beautiful rendition of his favorite song, “The Rose.” My sister also read “You Have Not Lost Me,” a poem by Gemma Russell. However, it was the Russell County Honor Guard that brought the greatest reverence to the ceremony as they marched in to fold the flag, salute his remains, and carry them across the street to his final resting place as we followed. Their 21-gun salute and the bugling of “Taps” were delivered in perfect order as my mom was handed the flag and saluted. It was a moment of indescribable emotion—an honor my father well deserved. Our family is forever indebted to Coal Creek Community Church for the use of their facilities, to Roger Blevins of High Country Funeral Services, and to Galax Cakery for catering our meal afterward. Dad would be proud.

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My father, Chief Herb Cooley, passes away

November 15, 2025 Zach Cooley No Comments

My dad, the strongest, bravest, and toughest man I ever knew, is gone. That’s a reality I never wanted to face. Like he said of his dad, I thought he would live forever. Four decades with him were not enough. My father knew how deeply I loved and admired him, because God allowed him to live long enough until I had the sense to say what truly mattered. I thank Him every day for that blessing. Our last words to each other were “I love you.” So, I can’t ask for more than that. When I got the call from my sister that our father was entering his final days, Emily, Bella, and I raced to Charleston, praying we would arrive in time. We reached town too late that night and couldn’t see him until the next morning. As I finally peered through his door, he was beaming at the sight of us. I had braced myself for the worst, but Dad was doing what he always did—putting his best foot forward for those he loved. He looked great. That was my dad. Whenever someone told him the end was near, he showed them that Chief Cooley was really in charge. His living until the day after he turned 83 is proof positive of that. Twenty years ago, we nearly lost him because of a nicked artery during open-heart surgery. Ever since, we’ve endured countless scares, yet he always bounced back—astounding the doctors at the Medical University of South Carolina, who gave him such exceptional care over the last few years. My father answered to no one. He was the boss—whether it came to family, career, or his own life. Still, as I sat with him that day, I struggled to put my feelings into words. Finally, I said, “I never told you that you were my hero, but you are.” He just rolled his eyes, sighed, reached over, and patted my hand. That was his way of telling me I had left nothing unsaid. He already knew. Fair enough. As our beloved leader, my father was our protector—his towering strength and endless courage a hedge of security around us all. He learned that from his parents: the eldest son of a World War II veteran and a nurturing seamstress and homemaker, both of whom he adored. His bravery was forged during a four-year stint in the United States Coast Guard and a highly decorated law enforcement career that spanned more than half his life. One of my proudest professional achievements was publishing a book about his 45-year career, which I presented to him as a gift. I have countless wonderful memories of going to work with him on weekends and summers. Being the Chief Deputy’s son came with some pretty cool perks. I got to be in every Christmas parade. The year he became Chief in Pulaski, we even led the parade. I beamed with pride when I handed out “Herb Cooley” pencils to my first-grade class during his Clerk of Court campaign, and even more so when he showed up in uniform to read a Berenstain Bears book to my kindergarten class. Dad was also deeply involved in civic programs, serving as President of the Chamber of Commerce and Chairman of the Transportation and Safety Commission. The laws he helped enact and enforce in our hometown are still saving lives today. That’s why I was so thrilled when he was added to the Civic Monument Wall of Honor in Wytheville in March 2024. More than two dozen of his loved ones, including five generations of family, were there. But the real honor for Dad was that family turnout. He loved and was so proud of all his children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and precious Emery, his great-great-granddaughter. Of all the memories I have of him, my favorites are watching him be “Pop” to my daughter, Bella. I remember my mother scolding him after walking into their bedroom to find him crawling on all fours with Bella riding on his back. He helped care for her during her first two weeks of life, her eyes lighting up at the familiar sound of his footsteps. When he no longer felt well enough to be her horse or stay up until two in the morning watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Bella adapted her games to performing dance routines for Pop or serving him “breakfast” from her imaginary restaurant. At her insistence, these games were played in a room closed off to everyone but the two of them. She loved riding in Pop’s convertible BMW and playing “Dr. Pop,” where he would write a prescription for “one chocolate,” and she would take it to Grandmommy’s pharmacy to be filled. Those memories overflow my heart with joy. My only sadness is that there weren’t enough of them—and that there will be no more. Likewise, there will be no more Saturday breakfasts at Waffle House or weekend Scrabble tournaments—rituals that began as a cure for my loneliness when I wasn’t invited out with friends. Beating Herb Cooley at Scrabble was rare, and he was proud of me the first time I won. After a three-week streak, I asked if he was ready to play again. He replied, “Aren’t your friends coming to take you out tonight?” I’ll miss our trips to the cemeteries of Galax, where he would fill me in on two centuries of family history. If he could have traced our lineage back to Adam—and he nearly did—he would have done so proudly. And no one could cook steak and shrimp like my dad. If I ever had to choose my last meal, it would be one of his steaks. What I will miss most, though, are his witty observations—delivered with a straight face or the trademark raise of a single eyebrow. I’ll miss his pretending to croon like Frank Sinatra and saying to my wife, the true singer of the family, “You’re pretty good. I might let you back me up.” For all…

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Jay Leno brings laughs to Hard Rock Bristol

October 25, 2025November 15, 2025 Zach Cooley No Comments

Visiting the beautiful Hard Rock Hotel and Casino to see legendary comedian Jay Leno live in concert on Saturday, October 24, with my dear friend Jeremy Miller, was a rare treat. The 2,000-seat Hard Rock Live venue was filled to capacity to witness the former Tonight Show host make his first-ever appearance in Bristol, Virginia. At 75 years old, Leno took the stage promptly at 8:15 p.m. and delivered a 90-minute set straight through—no breaks, no tangents, just pure, classic stand-up. “It’s hard being a comedian today,” he admitted early in the show. “You say the wrong thing, and you get this cancel culture admonition.” That may have been Leno’s way of explaining the absence of political jabs that once defined his Tonight Show monologues during his 22-year run on NBC. He did, however, sprinkle in a few well-aimed jokes at the expense of current and former presidents Donald Trump and Joe Biden. “Trump said first she was Black, then she was Indian,” Leno recalled Trump’s comments about Kamala Harris. “He’s done the same thing—first he was white, then he was orange.” Leno also noted that a prestigious university recently analyzed one of Trump’s speeches and determined that Trump spoke at a fifth-grade level. “After hearing this,” he quipped, “Trump called the researcher a doo-doo head.” “Biden claimed the press was only there to dig up dirt on him,” he said. “Anyone qualified to dig up dirt on Joe Biden should be classified as an archaeologist.” From there, Leno shifted toward more personal and nostalgic material, and the evening truly came alive. The highlight of his set centered on his immigrant parents—his mother, a Scottish refugee, and his father, an Italian prizefighter. He recalled one memorable Thanksgiving dinner when his mother prepared a feast complete with both turkey and lasagna. Exhausted, she handed her husband an electric carving knife and asked him to carve the turkey. Two clicks later, the knife wouldn’t start. “The knife is dead!” his father shouted. “Do I have to do everything around here?” “If you think a cooked turkey can’t fly, I’m here to tell you—it can,” Leno grinned as he described what happened next. “We heard it hit three of the four walls, and nobody even looked up from their meal.” He also shared how his mother’s unintentional movie reviews became comedy gold on The Tonight Show. After sending her to see Scarface, he called for her opinion. “During that scene where they’re cutting him up in the bathtub,” she told him, “why do they have to use such bad language?” “There she was, enjoying this decapitation scene,” Leno laughed. “And she was offended by the foul language!” Another favorite memory involved introducing Sting to his father backstage at The Tonight Show. “My parents were never impressed by celebrities,” he said. “They didn’t know anyone past Alan Ladd.” “Stingman?” his father said, mishearing. “Nice to meet you, Stingman.” Leno also recounted taking his mother to dinner at the famous Chasen’s restaurant in Beverly Hills—a spot she recognized from her favorite show, Dallas. When she spotted actress Connie Stevens, one of her longtime idols, Leno arranged for Stevens to stop by their table. His mother lit up. “Connie Stevens!” she exclaimed. “Whatever happened to you?” Leno later reflected on aging and marriage with his trademark self-deprecating wit. “Thirty years ago, I wrecked my motorcycle on a Friday and was back at work Monday,” he compared his current aches and pains to his younger days. “Last Thursday, I yawned and turned my head at the same time—and I’m just now able to move my neck again.” He spoke lovingly of his wife of 45 years, Mavis, without mentioning her recent health challenges. Instead, he focused on their shared quirks. “My wife makes me turn off any show where an animal might be harmed,” he said. “The other night she was watching a show where a woman stabbed her husband 68 times—and she was so into it she started mimicking the stab wounds!” “Men can flirt until about 52,” Leno joked about his newfound invisibility. “After that, if you compliment a woman, you’re creepy. But after a while, women just stop noticing you altogether. At my age now, women are changing clothes right in front of me!” “A woman pulled up beside me, rolled down her window, and asked for my number,” he told of a recent encounter while driving. “I smiled and said, ‘Thanks, but I’ve been happily married for 45 years.’ She said, ‘No, you don’t understand—I’m a private nurse. Here’s my number in case you ever need my services.’” In summary, Jay Leno remains as sharp and charismatic as ever. His 90-minute set flowed effortlessly from start to finish, without audience interaction or topical pandering. It was simply vintage Leno—timeless, quick-witted, and observationally brilliant. It was an honor to see a living legend in person, someone I grew up watching every night behind the Tonight Show desk. Here’s hoping I’ll have the same opportunity to see Jimmy Fallon in the years to come.

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“Wicked” provides daddy/daughter date of the season

October 20, 2025 Zach Cooley No Comments

Taking my daughter to see Wicked at the Belk Theater of the Blumenthal Performing Arts Center in Charlotte, North Carolina on October 19th was easily one of the highlights of my year. This stunning adaptation of L. Frank Baum’s timeless Wizard of Oz novels — and the legendary 1939 film — proves that there’s still new magic to be found in the merry old land of Oz. This national touring production of Wicked is, without question, the most extraordinary piece of live theater I have ever witnessed. I say this after more than 20 years of reviewing local, regional, and national touring performances in the realm of musical theater. Once you factor in the breathtaking special effects (Chic Silber), the unbelievable talent of the cast, the impeccable vocals and acting, and the kaleidoscopic lighting design (Kenneth Posner), it’s impossible not to be awed. Every element — from the intricate costumes (Susan Hilferty) to the elaborate set pieces (Eugene Lee) to the enormous dragon that hovered menacingly above the stage — worked together to create one of the most immersive and vibrant productions imaginable. My mother has seen Wicked multiple times — twice on tour and once on Broadway — and she has always spoken of its magic. My daughter Bella first introduced me to the film version one quiet afternoon when I had nothing else to do, and to my surprise, I absolutely fell in love with it. My wife Emily and I even attempted to read Gregory Maguire’s novel but couldn’t make it through — the book is far denser and darker than its musical counterpart. The turning point came last year when Bella performed “For Good” at her fifth-grade graduation and cried while singing it. She told me she had to see the show live someday. I began searching months in advance and discovered that Wicked would be coming to Charlotte. I bought tickets for her birthday in the spring, and we’d been eagerly counting down the days ever since. We attended the performance with our dear friend Jeremy Miller, who has long been my go-to companion for concerts and live shows — and my dependable chauffeur as well. Together, the three of us enjoyed this incredible production for just $41 apiece. As an 11-year-old immersed in today’s pop scene, Bella may have felt a little envy toward the 17,500 fans across the street watching Billie Eilish that same night, but I assured her that we got the better deal: a two-and-a-half-hour masterpiece for less than one-third the price of a 90-minute concert. From our balcony seats, we had an exceptional view — one that allowed us to peek into the orchestra pit, where the musicians were tuning their instruments, many of them doubling on more than one throughout the evening. We could also see the stagehands climbing ladders to manage the dazzling lighting cues and the mechanics behind the Wizard’s imposing head and Glinda’s famous bubble. After the show, we had the privilege of meeting several members of the cast, including Zoe Jensen (Glinda), who told us that the bubble used in this touring production was the very same one Kristin Chenoweth rode in during the Tony Awards. It was surreal to stand beside these extraordinary performers, especially since Wicked includes characters who use wheelchairs — a detail that holds deep personal meaning for me. In an unexpected moment of serendipity, I met and was photographed with Jada Temple, who portrayed wheelchair-bound Nessarose, and Nicolas Garza, the actor who played her devoted boyfriend, Boq. We also met the leading man, Fiyero (Ethan Kirchbaum), whose chemistry with Elphaba (Jessie Davidson), brought a spark of humanity and tragedy to the show’s emotional center. Davidson gave a soul-stirring performance that earned spontaneous applause the moment she stepped onstage. Her rendition of “Defying Gravity” was nothing short of breathtaking, and the roar of the audience when she hit that final note was enough to shake the rafters. Every performer in the ensemble was outstanding — from Dr. Dillamond (Drew McVety)’s heartfelt portrayal to the commanding presence of the Wizard (Blake Hammond) and the conniving Madame Morrible (Eileen T’Kaye). What makes Wicked so powerful, beyond its spectacle, is its story. It pays loving tribute to Baum’s original Oz world while offering a thoughtful, modern reflection on society’s treatment of those who are “different.” Beneath its dazzling surface lies a commentary on inclusion, identity, and perception. In a world that claims to celebrate diversity, Wicked reminds us how easily acceptance can become patronizing and how often power hides behind the mask of goodness. I’ve often been skeptical of adaptations that try to rewrite the boundaries of good and evil, but Wicked handles this balance masterfully. No one is purely wicked, and no one is purely good — each character is flawed, human, and relatable. That imperfection is what makes them real, and what gives color to the world they inhabit. As a piece of modern theater, Wicked is an extraordinary achievement — a dazzling commentary on identity and power wrapped in unforgettable songs (Stephen Schwartz), choreography (James Lynn Abbott), and design. It’s no wonder the Broadway production remains a global sensation and the upcoming two-part film adaptation — featuring the Oscar-nominated talents of Cynthia Erivo and Ariana Grande — is already among the most anticipated releases of the decade. For anyone who doesn’t know, Part Two hits theaters next month. Bella and I left the Belk Theater feeling like we had been given a glimpse of something timeless. To see it performed live, with such emotion and artistry, was an experience beyond words. Every number received thunderous applause, each one fully deserving of its ovation. It was a daddy/daughter experience I’ll never forget and will treasure for the rest of my life.

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Face Value rocks Marion

October 11, 2025October 12, 2025 Zach Cooley No Comments

I never dreamed a Phil Collins and Genesis tribute band would come within 25 miles of my hometown. But on October 10th, Face Value: A Tribute to Phil Collins and Genesis, a relatively new group formed out of Nashville, took the stage at the beautiful Lincoln Theatre in Marion for an electrifying two-hour performance. My only disappointment was the absence of the group’s much-celebrated horn section, an element essential to Phil Collins’s signature sound. After the show, I met with the band’s lead singer and drummer, Joey Simonton, a Charleston, West Virginia native, who explained their absence. “I wanted to bring the horns,” Simonton said. “It just didn’t make sense financially for this market.” It was a practical decision based on ticket sales; attendance that night numbered only around seventy. Yet, what the audience lacked in size, it made up for in passion. My wife Emily, daughter Bella, and I, lifelong fans of Collins and Genesis, were among them, cheering with the same enthusiasm as if the Lincoln were packed to the rafters. Simonton and his phenomenal band brought a 25-song setlist that balanced the horn-driven hits of Collins’s solo career with Genesis favorites that rarely get radio play. The show opened with a powerful rendition of “Something Happened on the Way to Heaven,” which immediately set the tone. To my delight, Simonton gave me a personal shout-out at the start, which made the evening all the more special. That killer opener was followed by “I Missed Again,” one of my favorite tracks from Collins’s debut album, the band’s namesake. Next came “No Reply at All,” one of the few Genesis tracks to feature horns, and then my all-time favorite Genesis anthem, “Turn It On Again.” The crowd responded enthusiastically as the band launched into “Paperlate,” another horn-laced Genesis rarity, before shifting gears into “Land of Confusion.” “This is a heartwarming tale about nuclear destruction,” Simonton quipped at the song’s introduction, acknowledging the Grammy-winning music video featuring the satirical puppets from the British TV series Spitting Image. “The video for this song was huge on MTV when I was growing up, back when MTV actually played great music videos for six years or so.” The band followed with “Who Said I Would,” a deep cut from No Jacket Required, then slowed things down for the haunting “Another Day in Paradise.” Before performing it, Simonton spoke passionately about his missionary work in the Philippines. He and his wife, who is from there, volunteer through Closer to the Heart Ministries, providing food, school supplies, and other essentials to children in need. “We hope to get the band over there next year to do some missionary work for the kids,” he said. “This song reminds us how blessed we are to live in the United States and how grateful we should be for everything the Creator does for us.” From there, the set picked up again with “Misunderstanding” from Genesis’s Duke album, followed by “Easy Lover”. Bassist Sean Harrison, a longtime friend of Simonton, joined him for the energetic duet, capturing the chemistry of Collins and Philip Bailey perfectly. Guitarist Dante Bonasera impressed throughout the night, delivering blistering solos reminiscent of Daryl Stuermer’s style. The youngest member, Justus Mitchell, just 24 years old, amazed the crowd with his command of the keyboards. I couldn’t believe someone his age even knew Phil Collins, let alone played his songs so beautifully. Behind the kit, Jon Ross, drummer and musical director, anchored the group with power and precision. Like Collins, he’s a left-handed drummer and even plays on a similar kit, giving the performance an authentic sound. Simonton, too, proved himself a worthy alter ego to Collins both as a vocalist and percussionist. He joined Ross for the legendary dual drum solo during “In the Air Tonight,” which closed the first half of the show in breathtaking fashion. But before that, the band tore through the Genesis hit “That’s All,” featuring incredible synchronized drumming. Before launching into the song, Simonton turned to me again from the stage and asked about the campaign led by Arizona fan Traci Baker, who has been petitioning to get Collins inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as a solo artist. “Phil Collins is one of the most powerful drummers, singers, songwriters, and producers in the history of rock and roll,” Simonton declared. “We need all of you to go online and support the ‘Get Phil Voted In’ campaign.” The second act opened with “Hang in Long Enough,” another of my personal favorites, and the band returned with renewed energy. “Invisible Touch” and “Against All Odds” kept the crowd moving, followed by “Take Me Home,” “I Cannot Believe It’s True,” and “I Wish It Would Rain Down.” Each performance showcased the band’s remarkable musicianship and attention to detail. The Genesis hit “Throwing It All Away” led seamlessly into the band’s first chart success, “Follow You, Follow Me,” featuring a beautiful guitar and keyboard pairing from Mitchell and Bonasera. Next came “Don’t Lose My Number” and the rarely performed “Two Hearts,” during which Simonton and Ross once again doubled up on drums. Their extended drum duet that followed was nothing short of spectacular, a blistering display of rhythm and precision that stood as the evening’s highlight. Simonton stayed on drums for the Genesis deep cut “Just a Job to Do,” another standout moment, before the band brought the show to a roaring close with “Abacab” and “Sussudio.” During the final song, Simonton left the stage to personally greet every member of the audience, a touching gesture that summed up the warmth and authenticity of the night. My sincere thanks go to Bob Watkins for our front-row seats to this unforgettable show. It was a much-needed evening out and a night I’ll always treasure. Face Value: A Tribute to Phil Collins and Genesis is a must-see for any fan of rock performance at its finest.

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