Watson Is Where It Wuz is fiction and it is humor. It is preserving a piece of Americana that would be lost once the generation represented is gone. Readers from all over the world have read all or parts of the original manuscript and have called it humor. These readers represent England, Scotland, Ireland, New Zealand, Australia, Canada and the United States.

In Watson Is Where It Wuz, we follow Ol' Tubby Joe Stottlemeyer and his friends through all sorts of antics where they never win. Farm life becomes army life as Ol' Tubb transitions from the worker in the fields to the life of a soldier.

Watson Is Where It Wuz is good wholesome humor that is rarely found in literature today. It is funny!

Bill Covey was born in Amarillo, Texas and moved to Arkansas at an early age. He is from Watson and he is Watson. He traveled the world as a member of the United States Army after which he returned to Northeastern Oklahoma State University for his Bachelor of Science Degree. Having completed his degree he went to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia where he worked as a civilian for some seventeen years. Even after living some thirty years overseas, he still claims to be from Watson.

Bill is married to Angela Covey nee Hudson who he met in Brighton, Sussex, England. They have five children, two girls and three boys.

Bill now devotes the most of his time to writing and boating on the Arkansas River a part of his back garden.

I come from a little ol' town called Watson. Shoot, it ain't much to it a'tall when'ye stop to think about it. That's what I tell myself anyhow. Yet, when I do think about it, I keep findin' more'n more to think about. The more I think about it, the more I tell folks about it. When I tell folks about it, I hear all kinds'a things. One ol' boy told me that I wuz talkin' 'bout some town in Upstate New York. Then there wuz anuther'n said I wuz talkin' 'bout some place out in Illinois. Even Ol' Tex Johnston swore I wuz talkin' 'bout his hometown and that couldn't a been no place 'cept Texas. Folks, I'm talkin' 'bout Watson. That's where I wuz raised. That's where all eleven of us graduated in my senior year'n it must be more to it than I been givin' it credit for.

I look back on some of the things we used to do and can't help but smile. Sometimes I even bust out laughin'. Way down deep it's sumpin' missin' though, and that hurts. I reckon that just about everbody looks back on their Watson with a tear for yesterday and a smile for today.