So, I e-mail a buddy of mine this Doghouse Riley post about the recent troubles of Henry Lee Summers. The post shows a picture of Henry Lee looking pretty rough and discusses Henry Lee’s recent arrest for “DUI in a Southside trailer park after he careened through the park, bouncing off cars, trucks, and at least one home, elbowed a Sheriff’s deputy in the head, and was Tasered.” My buddy responds:
Oh, Henry Lee. Pretty generic, but he did have a couple of good rockers in a period noted for its bad music. Having lived in Bloomington for seven years, I did have
occasion to see him free (he would play parties, festivals, Little 500, etc), and he tried hard to entertain, anyway. I also used to go to Broad Ripple during my Indy days, and there would occasionally be a pretty decent cover band with a dumb name like the Lizards, or the Crocodiles, or some such thing. Anyway, he was their drummer, oddly enough. Anyway…In fairness to Henry Lee–if you’re in Indy long enough, you will eventually be at some point in a trailer park on the south side. And the only way to deal with that is to stay in your car, and be drunk.
Just thought I’d share that pearl of wisdom.