Sometimes chatting with friends at the close of a decade brings up the craziest snippets of the past. Like the fact that here I am blogging under a big hat in 2009, and somewhere in Texas–probably stuffed in a closet between an Alice Cooper Slurpee cup (not a joke, friends) and a Battlestar Galactica poster–there exists a photo of me as a young kid hob-nobbing with Boss Hogg, with whom I had a certain affinity, seeing as I got called JD far too much and chain-smoked cigars during preschool.
Boss Hogg earlier had said to the crowd, in a resonant baritone I'll never forget, "I am not Boss Hogg. My name is Sorrell Booke, and I am an actor."
Crushing news. But one wonders nonetheless about the private conflicts of credibiliity visited upon an actor whose fame rested upon what must have been the dumbest role of his entire career.
Almost 2010!
