Writing and Drawing

I love to draw and I love to write. I got into writing so deep that I came out on the Front Page of the Wall Street Journal, back in 1978, as the only scribe still practicing his ABC's with a turkey quill. Jerry Leiber, who was our postmaster then, bragged about me and my accomplishments to the point that I tried to sneak in and out of the post office to avoid having to tell my story for the upteenth time.

I had to invent things just to write about something that made sense to me. I went through the ecology thing and that was about as fruitful as a gnat intimidating an elephant, so I began to go after the greed that made America what it is today. That greed was endorsed and managed by the US Government and the hired generals who had subdued the South. Phil Sheridan was given orders to exterminate every Indian alive and he nearly succeeded because he went after the Indian Walmart — the American Bison, or buffalo. From a horizon to horizon covered with buffalo to the last 500 or so that avoided slaughter sheltered in Canada—the way of life as it was and still is existing on a plot of land called a Reservation.  I don't want to get started on this but this started me to put drawing and writing together.