“The child plays. The toy boat sails across the pond. The work is just begun. Oh child, look what you have done!”

The love for my childhood friend, Bill Arnold, is the most profound love of my life, for two very young artists, found each, after coming to believe no one on earth would ever own a clue who we were. It was an instant recognition, a love at first sight. Bill was thirteen, and I was twelve. Bill was killed by a train at a crossing twenty minutes past my eighteenth birthday.

Before there was a war in Vietnam, there was the famous war Bill waged with his father, retired Lt. Colonel Bryan C. Arnold. Bill’s protestations should be studied, so America can alas own a clue on how to topple Military dictatorships all over the world, such as the succesful toppling of Ghadafi in Libya.

Here are sketches…