That time I sat next to Tom Wolfe in the Boston Airport. He was dressed in his “uniform” of a dapper white suit; I was dressed much, much, much more casually: To read the Tom Wolfe section in this blog post, you’ll need to click on “view original post.” Sad news today, Tom Wolfe has died at age 88. https://www.usatoday.com/story/life/books/2018/05/15/tom-wolfe-author-right-stuff-dies-87/611175002/
The mini-van’s thermometer shot up to 94 degrees as we left leaf-shaded suburbia. We hurried (careful not to exceed the speed limit) into the city, eager for a soft seat in a cool theater at a late afternoon movie, just before the higher evening prices kicked in. We chose “Gonzo,” a documentary about Hunter S. Thompson, a man more than a decade older than us who chronicled our generation in a way we had not quite experienced ourselves. We were happy to go along for the trip, even though we weren’t hurtling down a highway in a convertible Cadillac, fueled on Wild Turkey and weed ala Thompson. We bought our tickets, fumbled for seats in the dark and settled in.
Hunter S. Thompson was like an early blogger. Although his words were published — not instantly blasted to the public in bytes — the impact was almost as immediate. He created, or…
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