HOW CURIOUS ARE YOU, THE VIEWER NOW LOOKING AT THIS MYSTERIOUS DOOR? But perhaps there is no mystery lurking behind the door, but only several cats who will be glad you are home. But let us paint another scene: you are somewhere in the Ozarks and out of gas. There are no other homes in view and it is almost dark, twilight time. (Add music from Twilight Zone here and pan camera on your eyes as you squint to see if you can identify the figure inside the door. It is not a person. No, it is much larger and has what a appears to be four legs). You are a trifle anxious and begging off knocking. There is suddenly a noise behind you. You turn and see two Dobermans standing about a yard away. You are now between moments.of decision. As you concentrate your energy on one of sevral decision, you notice what looks like a pile of old letters that have been delivered. They are in a box and some are faded. You notice one postcard with tropical flowers; it has on old red air mail stamp on it. You stand trembling and read the message and look at the postmark. Postmarked 1 December 1941 Honolulu Terr: of Hawaii: "Dear Mother, we arrived yesterday. Will spend a few days in town and then off to our new duty station on Ford Island. Be careful, pet the old dog...
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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.
A DECADE THAT CHANGED AMERICA
The Tragedies of the 1960s Have Not Been Forgotten
A BEATNIK IN 1959 WITH BRUSH AND PIPE NEAR MANHATTAN BEACH, CALIFORNIA
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