NOTE: Below is a page of raw typescript, written in Missoula, MT, in the summer of 1975. It was meant to be the beginning of a quasi- fictional story called "Hacksaw," about my old Maysville, KY, drinking buddy LouJack Collings, who was felled by a stroke at 41, and whom I'd last seen when he lay dying in a Maysville nursing home. I don't recall how I intended to take the narrative from Missoula back home to Kentucky, or why I gave up on it after only one page But in any case I do hope this page demonstrates that I was writing some pretty serviceable prose even back in the days when I thought "word processing" probably meant stuffing one's manuscript in a sausage-grinder.