And of course William Burroughs.
Whom I'm responsible for bringing to Lawrence!
Well, about 1/8th responsible. When I was running the film society and on the student activities committee, we booked Allen Ginsberg for a talk or performance or something, and Burroughs tagged along for fun, I guess. Anyway, it was the first time he'd been to Lawrence, but being a midwestern boy at heart (that junkie homosexual wife-shooter stuff was just a phase he went through) I guess he liked it, or liked the low real estate prices compared to New York, and moved there within the year.
A few years later I booked him to give a reading in Wichita at the Art Association. The blue-haired ladies who ran it had no idea that he and his boyfriend were toking up before the reading in the same dressing room where my sisters had once dressed for a Christmas play...
As I said, a midwestern boy, with typically good midwestern manners.