so long daddy-o: maynard g. krebs, r.i.p.

Bust out your hankies, 'ku believers! It's me, The Haiku Master, and do I ever have some heartbreaking news for you: legendary Beat poet Maynard G. Krebs has slapped his last bongo (link goes to his New York Times obituary)!

Maynard G. Krebs Never Met A Bhong... Er, Bongo He Didn't Like

Born Bob Denver, Krebs was one of his generation's guiding lights, inspiring such diverse talents as Kerouak, Ginsburg, Burroughs, Von Zipper, Squigmond, and Rogers, not to mention countless others. Unfortunately, the market for Beat poetry dried up after the '50s, forcing him to turn to the cowardly field of acting just to make ends meet. I'm not sure what kind of roles he played -- a stint on a Lord of the Flies-esque sitcom comes to mind, though I can't recall its name -- but you can probably get more details from the Times obit.

So shine on, you long-gone crazy diamond! Know that at least one high-profile celebrity crimefighter shall miss your keen observations on the human condition, and that many glasses of fine American whiskey shall be emptied in your honor this evening!

With nary a coconut in sight.

Best,