his own man
I think about Mr. G when I drive through the back country.
He didn't have consumer goods. Didn't have a car, an electric range, didn't have anything digital.
He had a house, a wood stove and a broom (Mr. G liked to keep his yard swept).
He knew who his friends were. He knew what he had to do everyday.
He stopped voting after Kennedy got shot.
The Church ladies didn't like Mr. G., he wouldn't live as they thought he ought to, he refused to clean up.