Handsome 3001 gets away from the coaling stage at Mendota, Ill., in 1958 with a 16-car Illini Club excursion loaded with admirers.

Then there was Pollux, who was a footfucker from way back but who could also be a brutal mouthfucker, pounding my warm wet cave like a force of nature—a hammering ocean or blinding rain that could only be endured.

Often he would draw back one huge handful (or footful) of viney soil, only to leave it there while he looked and listened.

Spanish-style guitars played in the standard position, though probably in altered tunings slack-key fashion.