Not A Day To Fear and Loathe On the birthday (it was yesterday) of the late, great Hunter S. Thompson – I humbly present this tale about when I was accused of being that late, great writer. (Subscribe to the blog) For those of you who don’t know about the man, he was a hugely popular newspaper columnist and wrote infamous books like “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas” while ripped on acid, alcohol, pills, etc. I don’t imbibe, but I admire genius, and he was one. It happened years ago when, as editor of a newspaper, I was being …