LUTHER PACK

 






a poet/friend with whom i traveled
to Rome for his reading of his book
of writings, "From under the shade of Winter",
under the pseudonym of Eliott Dylan James,
after T.S., Bob, and Henry.......... He married
above his station, was soon divorced, and.....when
last i saw him had remarried and was travelling
with his new wife, by motorcycle......heading West...........
Finding this old photograph has caused me to muse over his fate..........
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