Life's Journey & the Dead Ends (1953)

This picture has nothing to do with fly fishing or the outdoors. It is a picture of Rusty (L), Ruth and SwittersB (R). Rusty and Ruth were brother/sister. We all lived in a working class neighborhood that in retrospect was rough, being situated adjacent to taverns, bars, industry, low rent and hard people.

We played all the usual kid’s games and all seemed simple and safe to us.

Ruth left home young chasing some hard case. She was found dumped in a lot, naked and done.

Rusty, an outlaw biker, laid his chopper down on a Portland bridge and perished beneath a car.

My parents moved us across town to a nicer neighborhood. I learned not to wear my pants so high on my hips.