Little Woody Stories

In a land far, far away called Wichita there was a magic street called Rutan. This street had a tree-lined tunnel that covered the sky. On this magic street lived a tribe of Indians called the Rutan Indians. These are their stories. I am the last of this tribe.
These are stories of my childhood when I lived in Wichita, Kansas, on Rutan Street. I was six to eleven (I think) during this time. The stories are true and actual, to the best of my memory. I had two friends who shared most of these adventures with me-Eddie Kangus and Larry Rochillen. This was my crew. Tall Larry and Loud Mouth Eddie-the Rutan Indians.
These stories are called "Little Woody Stories" by my family and friends.