Vic Miller is the South Georgia author that Clyde Edgerton calls a cross between Harry Crews and Larry Brown. A novelist, humorist, and naturalist, he lived aboard his sailboat “Kestyll” for a number of years, often anchored near a Kuna Indian village off the Caribbean coast of Panama. Today, he nests in a vintage Airstream behind his family home, on the banks of the Flint River where he grew up. He is a frequent contributor to Gray’s Sporting Journal.
i see that you have 5 friends you sure are slipping in you old age
Vic – I would like to have contact with you. Several things on my my mind. I would like to get serious about traveling with you on an adventure in the days ahead, maybe next year. And I have a short story about Old Boney of the Gordon Hotel Barber Sbop era — I want you to review and make suggestions for improving it.
Call me or email me please.
john@johnhuie.com
828 252 8062 home
828 989 9100 cell
Look forward! John
Stayed at Griffis last December,
Les’s brother (who now runs the camp) his wife, daugther, & son-in-law invited me to a turkey dinner after two days on the river-felt like a member of the family when I pushed off in my solo canoe for a third day down the tupelo pardise reflected reality of the Suwannee.
I’ve been been sampling sections of the Suwannnee for several yrs-being drawn ever more deeply into an alternate reality that I am not accustom to.
I am overcome by your descriptions of the river, landscape, culture, and lure of this remenent wilderness and a way of life that is slipping away.
WJ
Carlos, as you know most of my best friends are dead or demented.
WJ, thanks, maybe we can travel a river together sometime.
John, I don’t have regular internet. Our mutual interests will bring us together soon.
Carlos, as you know, my friends are mostly dead, even the ones who haven’t died.
WJ, thanks, let’s do a river together sometime.