MEETING THE EXECUTIVE

I know that everyone wants to find out what happened when we met the executive and tried to get them interested in photo-journalism but I know that good photo-journalists must try to keep their readers interested in what they are writing and one of the best ways of doing this is not to give away the punchline so I will talk about other things until you just can't take it anymore and then I will tell you the answer. I feel high being in Africa. I love to walk along a roadway(there are no sidewalks only 'sidewalks' where red dirt has creeped on the roadway creating a differentiation of color. This is our pathway and we--hundreds of us---walk along it while motor cyclists shoot by with passengers calmly sitting on the back of motorcycles. Sometimes they stray onto our pathways; sometimes accidentally,sometimes,or so it seems,to show their macho ways. And thus we journey on our way toward St. Henri School and thus we journey back. And I,crazy Bob. love it. I move into the masses,becoming one with them. And feeling one with them I love it. And , crazy as it is, no one walking on this pretend roadway with craazy motorcyclists skooting passed us is afraid. None is afraid, No one. Now will you stop it and tell us about your meeting. What are you going to say about the roadway? I really only care about the meeting with the executive. Oh well, okay, I'll tell us. They accepted what we mentioned. Tomorrow, they begin to photograph. The executive is fantastic. Eight wonderful kids. Bbob