By MAUREEN HOULE, Guest Columnist
Looking over the little town of Cannelton I think of it as Magic Mountain. You will say, “no,” but my brothers and I lived on that mountain and we know the truth.
Now that I am old, I just might say, “yep, it is a hill.” But, then again, I might not.
The hill above our house was covered with honeysuckle and a variety of young hardwood trees. It had many hiding places for us to explore and play around.