leadership comes from the past and the present looking forward to a future... scary how something like the cycle of life just keeps on pushing you to the edge and seeing if you dare to step off on an adventure where only you and yours could go..

Adventure wise a story from the old times. There is always a time to remember things a continuous story of a venture in the library. I was not back to that library area for some time. Shelf wise I expected the librarian to find or see the room and something to be written about it in the news. But at age 17, I visited the library again because a cousin had passed away in a kayak accident. That was a spooky time. If I could have recorded my aunt terror cry at the funeral, I could have made a mint in horror movies. Her cry was that of a broken heart in pain. Anyway, at the library, I checked, and the room opened again. Nothing had been touched. At this point I was more greedy and the backpack I had been given I filled with the money, ledger, and a few bottles of liquor. I closed the room and checked an old book out author Rice book on planet Mars and was off to listen to my family remember Stevie. The howl from my aunt cries still ringing in my ears. Death is something to live with. That had been my 11th funeral in so many years of living. Anyway, hiding the money and stuff was hard. My mom was an observant lady;Thus , I had to hide it in the camper prior to her seeing me with the backpack. In those days, we rode in a Chinook camper a home on wheels.

So I hide the loot in a closet in the camper. The envelopes I hide in the selection of books and the money in a board game that I topped with a shirt. The bottles went into the toy box with the toy soldiers. Being young with a hidden source of money was to affect my life in new ways. What do you do with ole money in a reservation town of Poplar Montana? My experiences were often weird and difficult with a very strict mother, but the adventures were still there. My first attempt for fun was reading the letters. The first letter began with a story about a young farmer kid saving a man off the east coast from a ship wreck. The adventures described made me want to run away, and this started my reading anew in adventure books. The boy saved the man, and the man gave him the world and he could afford to eat out at locations and have physical fun that only a farm boy could dream about. Partying with royalty, sleeping with women of an interesting character the first letter was seven pages long detailing so much venting and opportunities that I re-read that life story all about school, religion, and dreams. The hand writing was at first difficult to read and with little time to be alone with them I did not chance their discovery. During this school year I hide them. Sports were something I did not excel at but that was how I was babysat during these days after school. I just dreamed by re-reading the letter and adventure books that were not part of the letters. I made a decision not to open another letter for a year wanting to enjoy the stories over time instead of devouring them all at once.

Mr. Babsy was just seventeen years old for his first letter description which was exotic in content and started when he was young. The description of how some of Mr. Babsy women friends were paid for their services caused dreams for the farmer boy these letters pages described his arousal and his worldly experiences in the world. The letter was my first experience finding out at a young age erotic content of the letters more interesting then pictures. The letter dated 1916 the world was a strange exotic world in the letters and brought more dreams then were appropriate for all those who read them. Mr. Babsy had experience that made him a physical man while all that I was still too young to understand everything I read. I was a tall kid still turning 17 learning from letters how the real world worked and why or what to say in the 20s versus 59 years in the future. At my time and age in the 80’s work was hard to come by and experience was something to ask for not be given to a kid at the age of almost 17 versus a life necessity that Mr. Babsy grew up in.

Anyway by this time I had reread the letter enough to understand its neat cursive hand writing I had decide to venture in the world. This time my mom provided the solution by sending me to Ekalaka, Montana bible camp a place that drops off the end of the world and near enough to be the end of the world. There I had my first opportunity to spend some money.

Lairs and religions make the world go around. Girls turning to women are interesting to most if not all boys. There was a girl named Amy. Her voice perfect as an angel sang religious hymns daily at the camp sites meetings. Her smile cute if I had the chance I would have been Romeo. However her being a southern bell made her charmed by a Georgian boy older than me. There in the religionist camp things not spoken about happened between them. What humor to hear about something read about but not experienced and being able to listen but not do anything in the real world? But I had no one to tell or care. What a life to live a religious one.

Religion is funny it demands something belief then lets you down. Babsy in 1916 found a bird skeleton that was a cross between a dinosaur and current bird. He gave the creature to a museum and that sort if gave him an idea that religious timeline was bunk or not real. The letter showed how his belief in something realization that the belief is not worthless is a story all on its own. The letter 1916 describing the years end Babsy was involved in a famous party with rich people. At this party Babsy was introduced to a General Smith. Also Babsy meet a woman there, a countess. They danced and sang and she was delighted with Babsy. Anyways true love and or infatuation caused him to be more of a romantic. The two were in a bedroom scene that was quiet explicit in details. Anyways the countess had a husband not introduced till later in the letter. At which point Babsy and General Smith both fled the countess’ room.

General Smith being old wealthy, famous to some extent gave Babsy some advice after both of them had just been chased from the countess’s room. The humor evidently was great the details a bit more than two pages long and Babsy toke Smith advise to heart. Anyway Christmas was upon me. For Christmas I decided to read another letter. I spent that Christmas night in a box outside a plastic tree in the living room hoping for a good Christmas gift. But the sad tale I waiting hoping to be given more than was given to charity or spent on the dog’s food for that month for that Christmas was nothing good. My