Reading Jesse Hill Ford’s book of short stories, FISHES, BIRDS AND SONS OF MEN. He was my literature professor at the University of Rochester. He inspired me to write my collection of short stories this winter.
Our intrepid explorer puts on his fishing boots and heads for the hills.
In the spring of 1975, I took a literature class (mostly Southern) from the great Jesse Hill Ford, at the University of Rochester. I’m now reading Jesse works and learning about his troubled life. I’m also collecting some of his signed books, such as this one, THE CONVERSION OF BUSTER DRUMWRIGHT, which is a great play. The question is, who is Rebecca?
Researching the career and life of Jesse Hill Ford, my literature professor at the University of Rochester. As I continue on my new journey in my own literary writings, I am inspired by Jesse and think about how difficult it was for him, and how difficult the writing game is now. Jesse did well, but he had his frustrations. The back cover show Jesse himself. 
More reading of Jesse Hill Ford, my literature professor. He’s a cross between Faulkner and Joyce. A real inspiration. I can’t believe I sat in his class and watched him read these great Southern classics to us. MOUNTAINS OF GILEAD.
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I was seven years old in 1961, and I saw Roger Maris hit many home runs at Yankee Stadium that summer, including one double-header against the Chicago White Sox on July 26, when he hit four home runs and Mickey Mantle hit a homer as well. I was not at Yankee Stadium to see Maris hit his 61st home run, but I wish that I had been there. Here he is in the photograph behind me. Talk about taking the bull by the horns. (Second photo)
