The Un-Texan: A Quinn Martin Production
29 Jan 2012 · by Brennan Storr · Be the first to comment!
"The birth of a child, your first kiss from a new lover - neither compare to that sweet moment when your hangover finally goes away."
Those sage words are one of only two things I accomplished today in the fog that followed a friend's birthday party at Brown's Social House last night. The other "accomplishment" adorns the top of this page and makes less sense even if it was more fun to make. I will try to explain:
This morning I browsed Facebook while waiting for the hammering in my head to subside. It was there I noticed that one of my friends, writer, editor & fugitive American Bob McIntosh (@BobMcVictoria on Twitter), was himself friends with a man named Hud Bannon.
The name immediately appealed to to the child in me who spent hours parked in front of the television watching re-runs of Quincy, Barnaby Jones, & The Streets of San Francisco on WWOR. I could just imagine "hot-shot detective" Hud Bannon sliding across the hood of his black '71 Charger (hemi, of course) as he chased down drug kingpin Mookie Davis. So, in tribute, I created the above image and sent it along to Bob for laughs.
As it turns out Hud Bannon is a writer, author of the blog The Un-Texan, among other things, and though that’s not his real name it damn well should be. I haven’t yet had the chance to delve into the man’s work but what I have seen so far concerns things near and dear to my heart: America, truck stops, dusty roads and the strange carnival of people who inhabit all three:
“Looking at Delta Dawn's bare shoulders and back was like gazing across several acres of pale, drought-stricken ground in the harshest light of day; from the front she looked like all of those acres had gathered themselves into a shivering heap that might collapse at any moment. None of that seemed to bother her in the slightest.”
- Hud Bannon, "The Un-Texan"