It was Edgar Allan Poe who inspired me in grade school to become a writer. The way he expressed himself in his poem, the birds have never left my spirit . I wished, as a child, he could have read to me this great work in person. So I tried my version of poetic melodies in my first book entitled McJoy''s Melodies. But in moving ahead, one book wasn''t enough. With pen and paper in hand, once again, I was inspired to write again. No poetry this time, rather an autobiography of sorts about my dear old dad. He was bigger than life itself. Dad not only told a story; he was quite the character. If any one of you out there had been fortunate enough to meet the king of the south, the real doaEUR"right man, you''d say along with me, "Old Willie McJoy was quite the guy." And well liked and respected among his peers. Truly he must be the real Mccoy. Ain''t that right, Willie? Willie McJoy.