The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The City: Houston #8
Adventures in the Fight Racket #45

Today's Adventure:

Original Caption:

Houston -- Heavyweight boxer George Foreman holds a Holy Bible as he preaches at his church on Lone Tree Road. (1977)


Mr DeBakey said...

Once a boxer, now a brand.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to griddle some cakes.

Ballyhoo Vintage News said...

About this time, George came into the Pet Shop where I worked in NW Houston. I was 17. He bought studded collars for his dobermans. When I went to count his change out into his hand I was shocked at how HUGE it was. His fist must have been the size of a normal Ham. The money looked like monopoly money by comparison.