Just as folks are always amazed when you tell them that Papa Doc Duvalier preceeded Sir Christopher Bland as Chairman of London Weekend Television, the ill-informed are similarly aghast when you tell them that the greatest poet of the Twentieth Century was - with all respect - a drunken yokel from Alabama.
Often referred to as the 'Hillbilly Shakespeare', Hank Williams died at the age of 29 in 1953. He looked like he was 50... A dichotomy that reminds me of an ex-colleague; he was also apparently 29, but I suspect he had some sort of premature ageing condition: he kept an allotment, wore, without complaint, the burgandy-colour knitwear purchased for him by his wife, shopped at The North Face outlet store near Oxford and took one of those effervescent-just-add-to-water Vitamin C and echinacea tablets each morning.
Hank Williams Sr. has been inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame, the Honk Tonk Hall of Fame, the Alabama Music Hall of Fame, Recording Academy Grammy Hall Of Fame and the Native American Music Hall of Fame.
From the Amusement Park Hall of Fame to the Corporate Mascot Hall of Fame (recent inductees include Uncle Ben and the Pillsbury Doughboy), in the US, there is a Hall of Fame for every 3 man, woman and child. Bob Hope is in all of them
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