Your daily Letter to the Columnist — Oct. 10, 2013
Note from Dan: Sunday’s column about Donna & I and 30 years together brought in a many kind emails from readers. One was from former Roanoke Times staff writer Chris Gladden. It’s below, along with the story he is referencing, which I dug out of the newspaper’s morgue.
Your anniversary column brought back memories though not necessarily romantic ones. I, too, was an admirer of Root Boy Slim and once had the good fortune to do a foner with him when I worked as a features writer and music and movie reviewer.
When he came on the phone, he didn’t seem to know what country he was in. Then he whooped about how he loved to get drunk in the morning. The following interview was a series of surrealistic ravings that had me spewing my coffee all over the old Selectric II.
It was impossible to put his gut-splitting rambles into any kind of a narrative form so I just let Root Boy rant and rip. It stands as one of the funniest pieces under my byline but I can’t take credit. The Root Boy carried the water and chopped the wood. He was a blast of Gonzo for a Hunter S. Thompson acolyte.
Also, Shaefer was my college beverage of choice before I grew taste buds and a better income flow. Forget the Clydesdales. This was the workhorse of college beer drinkers of a certain era and region.
Thanks for the memories,
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