I LIKE THIS. I HAVE BEEN THROUGH TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES, NEW MEXICO. I WAS ON A GREYHOUND. IT STOPPED FOR LUNCH. I WALKED OVER TO A LIQUOR STORE AND BOUGHT A PINT OF SEAGRAMS TO GET ME THROUGH TO LOS ANGELES. TIMES WERE DIFFERENT IN THE 60S. THERE WAS FREEDOM TO DRINK AND LAUGH AT THINGS WE SAW OUT THE BUS WINDOWS. THOSE WERE COOL DAYS, OF COURSE THE BUSES LOOKED DIFFERENT, BUT I RODE THE TRAINS MOST OF THE TIME, SO IT DIDN'T MATTER. WHAT MATTERS ANYWAY, REALLY? THAT I BOUGHT A PINT OF LIQUOR IN THE 60S. GET REAL, SELF. WE WILL BECOME AN ELEMENT SOMEDAY ANYWAY AND NEVER BE HEARD OF AGAIN. I HAVEN'T HEARD FROM GEORGE WASHINGTON, HAVE YOU? IN A WAYOUT MOOD THIS AM. ROB
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A GRAVE SITUATION
"This is the beginning of a very long short story and hopefully, the end will be a long way off. This is not a short story I am anxious to end. Life is much too great." Robert L. Huffstutter
About Me
- HUFFSTUTTER'S PHOTO ESSAYS
- My dad's dad, my grandfather, was nine years old when President Lincoln died from an assassin's bullet. Most people think I am speaking of my GREAT GRANDFATHER. NO, I am referring to my dad's father, my paternal Grandfather, Robert Levi Huffstutter, born in 1856. What does this information have to do with my profile? It might help the reader understand that I have a sense of being much older than I am in that only one generation seperates me from President Lincoln. This causes me to respond differently to society and many current events. In many respects, this is to my benefit, in other respects it dates my mindset. Perhaps this is the reason I value the moral standards and idealogies of older Americans, the men who were the soldiers and sailors I saw when I was a small boy,the men and women who fought a war for freedom without any doubts posted by a media with a questionable lack of national unity and purpose.
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