sidebar: back when I was a Knoxvillian, the free paper, Metro Pulse, had an excellent “Secret History” column that detailed Hank’s last day, as it was Knoxville he departed from, on his way to wherever his next gig was I forget, when he died in the back seat. He had stayed at and then departed from the Andrew Johnson Hotel, a building now owned by the county for offices and where I met my probation officer for a while. I passed that building every day just before crossing the Gay St. Bridge on my way to my South Knoxville home just across the river.
