The Guy Chopping Wood

OK, here he is.
This was taken three years later, and he has a beard, but it gives the idea.
I like the beard.
Developed a thing for beards, as you can probably guess.

A poem he wrote:

the pale winter moonlight still shines
on the matchbox houses
and the powerful mustangs
especially during power failures

but is most at home
on the empty stubble fields
given up for dead
by the corporate agricultural technicians.

- WHH, 1972

Guess what he grew up to be? Yup, agricultural technician.
He used to make me laugh until my sides ached.