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As promised at the conclusion of last week’s article about the Rockwood contingent of the Roane County Bar, as it was when I first came to the Bar in March, 1959, this week I turn to Floyd Hutcherson, with another chapter to be devoted to McCluen and Cooley.

Floyd Hutcherson was born and bred in Rockwood. His father owned and operated Hutch’s Garage at the corner of Front Street and Rockwood Street. It was doubtless there that Floyd began his life-long love affair with the automobile, about which more later.

Gentle reader, after a two week hiatus in which I felt compelled to comment first on Dunderheadedness in Nashville and Washington, D.C., and then upon the loss of three friends in recent months, namely Doug Black, Barbara Hurst Roberts, and Jim Young, I am now ready to resume the story of the status of the Roane County Bar as it was when I joined in March, 1959.

I have previously written a general introductory piece, followed by two chapters devoted to the Harriman Bar. I now propose to move on to what was at the time the second city in the county, Rockwood.

We posed the question in the past few articles of “Where Do You Want to Go?”

We also addressed various government projects at the federal, state and local levels which reflect what the governments are doing that impact our direction.

This article deals with what we see as the direction the private sector is taking our community.

Before going into the discussion where the private sector is taking us, let us restate the several available community options.

• A bedroom community — A community where Roane Countians live but work in another county.

Gentle reader, as promised last week, we continue with our recollections of the membership of the Bar as it was when I was admitted to it in March of 1959.

My intention from the time I first resolved to pursue the law was to open an office and establish a general practice in Harriman as soon as I could, however it was not until some six months after I was admitted that I was able actually to open my first office on the second floor of Mrs. Edington’s building at 416 Roane Street, up the street from the bank, and down the street from the post office.