1. Hollow was conceived two summers ago, on a rainy morning, in front of the fire place of a rented cabin nestled among the forests surrounding Iron Mountain Michigan.  I was drinking coffee and flipping through a pile of books that came with the place, when I found myself face to face Head O ’ W-Hollow, by Jesse Stuart, I only flipped through it, reading segments of it, here and ther,e before abandoning it for a copy of Richard Mercer Dorson’s Bloodstoppers & Bearwalkers: folk traditions of the Upper Peninsula (which is awesome by the way).  But the title and the cover art from the brief encounter with Head O ’ W-Hollow stuck with me, revolving in my head and eventually leading me down the road the eventually lead to Hollow