Howard Bahr is a penpal of mine, my only friend with whom I exchange typed or handwritten notes, nonsense, and bits of writing; all the others are email or facebook friends. No doubt such old-fashioned epistolary friendships are part of being a Mississippi gentleman. A veteran of the Navy and Vietnam, Howard was once a railroad man, a yard clerk and brakeman; his five years on the rail are the
Published on December 13, 2010 21:02