Yes, indeed agnes. George Custor, was more worried, about his looks, and if his beard was trimmed properly, than of 1000''s of very angry Indian Warriors. I married an Indian, and trust me, when they give you a warning. Lets just say, a smart man will heed the call....

I always wanted to write a high tech, modernenized Movie about the Indian wars with the white man. I have it written down in my head. The white man, showing no respect for a culture, that was probably the most refined, as far as not wasteing, and respecting the spirit world for everything. My Dad in Law grew up on Akwesausne Indian reservation, and the man didn't waste anything. When the turkey at T-day was down to bear bones, he made the best Turkey Soup I've ever had. Ect. He was ahead of his time in recycling. Way before the Govt. suggested it a good idea. He even had a vise in his kitchen, and would cut all the lids off cans. The stubborn cans, went into the vise, and were flattened down. He could make an average persons 3 bags of garbage into just ONE.... ntm: he never wasted any beer. When I was living alone onetime, and befriended the man, when Sunday a.m came. ( well there used to be a law where you couldn't buy beer before 12:00 noon)(that's since changed )

But he would go around picking up beer bottles, and that last drink that no one really finishes, he'd pour into a Pitcher, and after cleaning up say a case or two ( now they call em 30 packs. How times change) ANYWAY, he'd have at least a qt. of beer. Then when noon came, he'd recylce the bottles and cans, and score 2 40 oz. OLD MILWAUKIES...

My wife used to get embarrassed to go anywhere with him, as if there was a can beside the rd. He'd inisist you stop, to retrieve it... In fact we used to make a sport outta it. ( least that's how I dealt with it ) and we'd drive all over the county, picking up empty cans... Those were fun days.

BUUUTT: in the plot to my novel, the Indians are loosing badly , at the battle, and this one shawman, the new Chief, cause the old one gets capped. Prays to the Gods to send some relief. Then the scene turns out, they are in a differant world. Not woods and forest, but concrete and tall buildings. And inside this one building, there's a Y2K supply of Cross-Bows, and more modern Bow and arrows. Triple carbon tipped razor edged arrow tips..... So to cut to the chase, the Indians kick ass, shooting all the white men... and after the war has ended, the landscape goes from concrete and buildings, to clear land, with Buffaloe roaming..... Allot of intence fight scenes, a sorta science fiction based, Cowboy & Indians tale....


I shouldn't write my ideas down. Plagerism, is at an all time high...

KIDDING

Rob

But in all reality, I'm still working on my 'Auto-bigraphy'. Allot of people have told me, 'Rob you sure have lived an exciting and turbulent life'

So that's on the back burner. I have one more chapter, and I'm ( the phrase for being not in the know of how to finish the damn thing) Can't think of the termonology for that word...

But the Indian Book, is next..... I have it all down in my head. It's hard, cause I need a good editor, and they don't come cheap...

One of my most favorite chapters in my bio, is leaving home at 16, and living with a bunch of Hippy's from Boston area. I was born and raised in the country, so I'm well versed on how to live that way. City people, put on the bib-overalls, and pretend that they know what they're doing. I think that's why I was so accepted with this older crowd of folks. I'd give them easier ways to do, what they thought, they knew what they were doing.... e.p. One day they wanted to butcher a pig. So obviously, the first step, is killing the swine. ( but I knew, you'd better have em penned in, or tied up.... Then slit the thoat asap...

These guys, got out a 22 caliber rifle, ( that was poorly sighted in ) and shot the pig, wounded it, and it ran around the forrest, for about 2 hrs. Being shot at and missed. Then when they finally did kill the poor thing, I HAD TO CUT it's throat, as they didn't deem it neccesary... I then talked them into, taking it to a slaughterhouse, to be cut up, and neatly packaged...

Freakin Hippys... ( Chapter 4 in my bio )

Peace / Rob

genocide doesn't sound good no how!

i have been fond of all kind of different people.

and all kind of different people have been great pains in my ass!
(a few of whom i am fond of generally though)

Pigocide don't sound that great either...

Happy Birthday to David Crosby, Magic Johnson, Halle Berry, & Danielle Steel..


Peace out Rb.... havin a party. band, beer, great food, and RC cola's for Rb... fire, lights, and metior showers... ausome...

Happy birthday to a couple of my old hero's... Davy Crocket, and Mae West....

"Take me down to the indian nation ride my pony on the reservation
In those Oklahoma hills where I belong
Take me down to the indian nation, a cowboys life is my occutpation
In those Oklahoma hills, where I belong... YEAH HA

RB