When I was a teenager, I used to spend summers working with my father all over south
I clearly remember the few occasions where we would run across the “ Goat Man ” traveling down a secondary, less traveled road. He was always to the side of the road and taking his time and did not seem to ever back up traffic. He was quite a sight with his little herd of 20-30 goats just ambling on down the road pulling a ramshackle old wagon on his way to no where and in no hurry to get there. He always inspired an image of speculation as to what he was all about. Some thought he had some sort of mystical power, I guess somewhat like a wizard. Others thought he was a holy man with a commanding evangelistic style and could save your soul. I guess in the fashion that Neal Diamond used to sing about Brother Loves Travelin Salvation Show. I think the sum and substance of the Goat Man was that he was a penniless, vagabond. There were many characters like him that seemed to find their way through Mayberry on the Andy Griffeth show. Sheriff Taylor always seemed to escort them on out of town as a few chickens and hams disappeared in their presence.
The speculation as to who he was was part of the fun and lore of seeing him. Back in the 60’s we did not have 15 round the clock news and information channels on the cable. As a matter of fact there was no cable TV. There was only a flimsy antenna that could bring in three of the major networks if you were lucky. Thus the speculation was just that, rumor and fantasy for the most part. Nowadays there could have been a reality TV show starring the Goat Man in the same vein as Honey Boo Boo. Perhaps he could have been a presidential candidate.
Wikepedia paints him as somewhat of a kook. His real name was Charles (Ches) McCartney. He had run away from the family farm in
at age 14. I was raised on a farm and left around 14 yoa. I can certainly see
the temptation to leave because it was hard work and the lure of the open road
would have been tempting. He lived off of his goats and donations from
strangers. He was a friendly sort of person and did a little preaching when the
mood hit him. It was reported that he smelled very badly. Speculation would be,
did he earn the moniker of “ goat man “ from the company he kept or because he
smelled like one? He died in 1998. He claimed to be 106, but it is more likely
that he was 97. He met his demise in a Georgia,
nursing home. He married and had a son who preceded him in death along the way.
I remember moving to
in 1972. After a short while living here and driving the streets I encountered
a bearded man in a crown and a cape with a gold cross hanging around his neck. I
soon learned that this was King Love. His real name was Kamal Abdou Youssef.
King Love was born in Egypt in 1933 and matriculated to the states via New
York, Tampa and ultimately to Tallahassee. He was a physician and had practiced
pathology it was rumored and had somewhere along the way gone off the
reservation. His mission in life was pretty simple. He would find a spot on a
street corner and dance and shake a tambourine or beat on a drum and would
espouse that love was the answer to all the world’s ills. Well, it was hard to
argue with him on that accord.
He was obsessed with then Governor Bob Graham. He spent his social security check at Kinkos making up bulletins and flyers which he would toss across the fence at the Governor’s mansion. The security staff kept a close eye on him but never had to shoot at him. I had a golf partner, close friend, who was a practicing ER physician. He told me of an occasion when one of the nurses came to him and told him that King Love had been triaged into one of the exam rooms. He had to come immediately to see the King. The urgency was that he seemed depressed. This nurse declared that seeing King Love depressed was just too sad to deal with . My doctor friend had to do something immediately. King Love died some time back in federally subsidized housing of natural causes here in
Culleys funeral home gave him a free funeral and burial. There were a surprising
number of Tallahasseans in attendance.
I am not sure why I am blogging about this today. Maybe it is because it is rapidly becoming summer and my mind travels back to past summertimes when living seems to get a little slower and laziness descends on us. We are all about the hustle and bustle of whatever it is that we do. To have actually seen these two folk legends in my lifetime causes me to speculate as to what made them compelling? It is sort of like the bumper sticker that used to be popular, “ Why be normal ?” Indeed, why? We see these sorts of folks that seem to be caught up in their own little lives. They live in their private little dillusional existence and seem to get by while all the rest of us are pressing hard to make the buck to pay the rent and pay the utility bill and in my case buy some green peanuts for Nancy, my wife, who loves to boil her own peanuts in the summer time. I think, at least in my case, that there is some envy in play.