Hunter S. Thompson was born this day in 1937.
His classic Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas inspired me to write, to translate lived experience to the page, even for novels.
I got turned onto his books while a student at American University in Washington DC—and thereafter read pretty much everything he wrote.
Coming up 12 years ago I made a pilgrimage to Aspen and Woody Creek in search of Hunter’s spirit.
First stop was the bar inside Hotel Jerome (where I stayed) from which HST ran his 1970 campaign—on the “Freak Power” ticket—for sheriff.
Second stop: Woody Creek Tavern, occupying HST’s favorite spot down the bar against the wall, where he’d sift through mail.
It always takes a few days to manifest the orb spirit of anyone.
Ultimately, HST did not disappoint.
Snagged him in Jerome’s Library Bar, hovering above the bourbon shelf.
Tonight: Wild Turkey on the rocks, a toast to the master of gonzo journalism.
Appreciate your thoughts, R.E. I, too was hugely influenced by Hunter as I went into journalism. I still have all his early Rolling Stone articles with the Ralph Steadman gonzo illustrations. And while you were at American U, I lived just a few blocks away near Tenley Circle. I worked at Baker's Photo while in graduate school, and then started my own business building restaurant interiors. I'm sure you went to Clydes or Blackies or Rumours. BTW, watch the Hunter Thompson video of his last 24 hours. I think it's on youtube. A sad ending, but a life lived to the max! Keep up the great work. John
When We were on vacation, the path to where We were headed always led through Lost Wages. And while We were on vacation, Dad read Us Fear and Loathing... He would change the cuss words to things more acceptable for young children, but the stories were the same.
Hadn't thought of HST is... A coon's age! Thanks!