Fantasy Fest '87

I applied for a booth at Fantasy Fest '87 in Key West
and was accepted. I had been there twice. Once, to feel like
a writer and once to attend the Dog Days Festival and see if I won
anything in the short-story contest. The second time, it was the opening
of crawfish season, when skindivers could catch langusta for a week before
the commercial lobster traps went out. There wasn't a bed in the keys.
I drove down, drove back, and stayed at a Holiday Inn in Homestead.
This was typical of my planning. Was I on a round-robin side-trip? Did I go to
Everglades City and walk the boardwalk at Fakahatchee Strand, where I once saw
a bee-tree? "Anglo-Saxon Rhythms in Screed." Jack Remick. Unpublished. 1981.
I refer you to Beowulf. Bee-wolf, or bear. The Bear and the Barber.
The Berserker, or wearer of the bear-shirt.
Invincible in battle. A hadjo motherfucker.
A war chief, like Osceola. Not a hereditary chief.
From Asi Yaholo, Crier of the Black Drink.
An emetic tea made from Ilex vomitoria.
Hadjo means recklessly valorous.


It has often been observed that something of the frontier still hangs on in the culture of the South. Partly this came about because of the isolation of the South during the Civil War, and partly it is because of the bitter poverty in the South for many decades afterwards. Southerners continued their frontier ways after such ways were abandoned elsewhere because they could not afford any other. Is it stretching things too far to see a hint of the Southeastern Indian in some of this frontier heritage? Is there something of it in the Southerner's love of hunting and fishing? And is there something of it in the Southerner's admiration of wild and reckless bravery?


Charles Hudson, The Southeastern Indians.
John Bennett called me Albino Grizzly.
I had a white beard, white hair, I stood 6' 4" tall,
without my boots on. I was deeply tanned. I looked like George Hamilton.
No, Kenny Rogers. Charlie Rich. He was a piano-picker in an Air Force band I was in.
He sure could sing, the son of a bitch. The Silver Fox. I was Albino Grizzly.
My name is Chet. Steve Buscemi, Barton Fink.
Shoeshine, Mr. Hibbler? See, Al Hibbler was blind.
He couldn't tell if his shoes had been shined or not.


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