...it's all the red. And of course, it is because this is the only place on the West Coast where one can truly enjoy the true "martini from hell"...and still retain one's sanity. Yes, this is where it's at. The longer one sits here, the more mellow one becomes. Keep in mind, however, California's fierce laws against driving while intoxicated, thus hire a driver for your pub crawling while enjoying a time out from the times that trouble mens' souls.
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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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