fear and death in woody creek

I found out late sunday evening that the one and only GONZO journalist, Hunter S. Thompson, passed away (any god that will take his soul, please rest it!) on his isolated (by way of rifles, insanity, drugs, fear & more guns) colorado ranch, near Aspen. I tried to post something about it that night, but the dark & stormy's were catching up to me, and the iMacitron & I weren't jiving.

As it turns out, the passing came by way of a self inflicted gunshot wound to the head. Apparently Dr. Thompson was suffering from severe pain due to a broken leg / hip combo that wasn't healing quite as well as it should. He was 67. Having been a big fan of his work, I was kind of bummed out. On the plus side, one can hope that some spineless publisher, itching to cash in on this tradgedy, will finally collect & publish all of his old articles written for various periodicals such as ESPN & Rolling Stone. In the meantime, I will have to dig up the old recording I I have kickin' around of a Q&A session that the good doctor of journalism hosted at CU back in 1977.

-we were just on the edge of the desert, when... neph-