HOOTIE SMITH
HOOTIE SMITH One of the two men approaching the front door of my house looked down at me and asked. “Hello Little Girl, do you know who I am?” “Yes Sir, you’re Hootie Smith.” I shot right back at him. “Well I guess you’ll be votin’ for me. You are a right smart little girl.” Hootie said as he fished in his pocket and produced a nickel. “No thank you sir, I can’t take your money and I won’t be votin’ for you either.” I said feeling everything but polite as I knew I had to be. “Well we all know... Sign in to see full entry.