When I found him again, he was in pleasant conversation with the scariest posse of drug dealers you'd ever want to meet.
They'd offered Eustace crack, which he'd politely declined, but he was chatting with them about other issues.
They stepped out of a yellow cab, right in front of my apartment building. There was handsome Judson, looking like a young swain from Of course, some New Yorkers took him for Daniel Fuckin’ Boone, but everyone had something to say about this curious visitor, who moved stealthily through Manhattan wearing handmade buckskin clothing and carrying a mighty knife on his belt.
Briefly, the history of America goes like this: There was a frontier, and then there was no longer a frontier. There were Indians, then explorers, then settlers, then towns, then cities.
Chief was not about to stand back and let America's youth grow up effete, pampered and decadent. And so, in 1924, he established an extremely rigorous summer camp in the mountains near Asheville.
He called his project "Camp Sequoyah for Boys: Where the Weak Become Strong and the Strong Become Great." He asked of his campers only this simple request: that they ceaselessly strive to achieve physical, intellectual and moral perfection.
Like a good Civil War soldier, he corresponds faithfully and eloquently by post, but it happened one day—so unexpectedly! Judson Conway phoned to announce that he would be coming to visit me in New York City the very next afternoon. Just wanted to see what a big town is like, Judson said.And then Judson added that his older brother Eustace would be coming along, too.Sure enough, the Conway boys arrived the following day.Eustace was explaining to the drug dealers that he did not, in fact, buy the shirt at all but had made it out of a deer.He described exactly how he had skinned the deer and softened the hide with the deer's own brains and then sewed the shirt together using strands of sinew taken from alongside the deer's spine.