When I was 16 & obsessed with
the half mile my father took me to
West Point to visit his friend the
historian Josiah Bunting. We ate our
meals in an enormous mess hall &
one morning Halberstram happened
to sit down with us. I don't remember
the actual conversation but all of a
sudden Halberstram told me to
take my toast & wing it like a frisbee
toward a table of Generals who were
learing at us pinkos. So I did. I put
everything I had in that little piece
of crispy white bread & sent it sailing
up to the cavernous ceiling & across
the hall directly to its target table.
After everyone in the place had stopped
staring at me & talk had resumed
Halberstram turned to my dad & said
"See, Barry, they can't do shit.
It's not in the book"
Fantastic! I suppose that my father would have let me fling the toast if Halberstam were putting me up to it.
Was your father a military man? And was he considered a pinko? I know there were such confounding people-sixties era, military pinko's.
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the half mile my father took me to
West Point to visit his friend the
historian Josiah Bunting. We ate our
meals in an enormous mess hall &
one morning Halberstram happened
to sit down with us. I don't remember
the actual conversation but all of a
sudden Halberstram told me to
take my toast & wing it like a frisbee
toward a table of Generals who were
learing at us pinkos. So I did. I put
everything I had in that little piece
of crispy white bread & sent it sailing
up to the cavernous ceiling & across
the hall directly to its target table.
After everyone in the place had stopped
staring at me & talk had resumed
Halberstram turned to my dad & said
"See, Barry, they can't do shit.
It's not in the book"
- frank 10-04-2001 10:53 pm
Fantastic! I suppose that my father would have let me fling the toast if Halberstam were putting me up to it.
Was your father a military man? And was he considered a pinko? I know there were such confounding people-sixties era, military pinko's.
- steve 10-05-2001 1:53 am [3 comments]