HUCK
BROWNE
Writes
It's true. A picture paints a thousand words.
But it never tells the whole story.
For that, you need characters, setting and plot.
You need to write.
They are all men now, living in different states and countries, but one still maintains his childish wonder, ever seeking to make a memorable day that becomes a cherished story.
“Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights, I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.” ― Hunter S. Thompson
Huck Browne did not grow up in Georgia. In Georgia, crops are grown, while children are raised. They are called children, too, not kids. Kids are baby goats. The right word is critical, something Huck learned at the College of William & Mary, where he won the annual awards for both poetry and fiction, receiving $200, his first payment for writing. Huck remained in Williamsburg, teaching high school and spending evenings with former professors who pushed him to continue putting ideas to paper. Today, Huck is again paid to write, though his words are attributed to Democratic members of the House and Senate. In the evenings, however, he writes for himself, because a good story is a refuge from life’s burdens and can help us see beyond ourselves and realize we all suffer and must find ways to work together.