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clipping from magazine handwritten in ink July 1

File:Sketch of man in short sleeved shirt and pants, wearing a hat and carrying a sack

115 E. Maple Street., Alexandria, Virginia The question is: will there be death after 1985? You have disposed of the question about life. I think most citizens will accept the fact, generally speaking, life could come to a halt after 1985. So what? We are living too fast, moving too fast. Say we had to go to a horse-and-buggy pace, take us hours to go a hundred miles? Too slow, say the speedsters. Not slow enough, says Old-Rocking-Chair-Got-Me.

    As a boy, spending summers on my grandfather's farm in the Blue Ridge, nothing impressed me as much as the uselessness of speed as a three-mile trip to the mill with Grandpa's sorrel mare Dixie, to have some of Grandpa's eatin' corn turned into meal.  The trip was timeless and pleasant.  There were birds and squirrels to watch and, if lucky, a skunk or a grey fox.  Back home I was expected to recall as well as I could, gossip from the mill, the store and blacksmith shop.  I was the newspaper we didn't receive.  Traveling at sixty miles an hour, costs us the above.

John C. Rogers handwritten in ink W.Va. Hillbilly