ABSTRACT
When I was just a kid about age ten (1949), I used to enjoy hearing my step-grandfather, Bill Pittman, tell stories about “Jack, and Tom, and Bill.” Sometimes he would tell these stories to visitors while my brother and I listened in, or he might tell them to us alone. He was then in his late fifties. Many of these stories I have forgotten, but there is one in particular that I recall which was quite long but nevertheless very interesting. I will try here to tell the story in his language as I recall it.
