Hugh G. Rection

Do you remember "Big Johnson" t-shirts? You know, the ones that made clever double entendres such as "Big Johnson Casino: Liquor up front, poker in the rear." Nothing could make a 13 year old boy smile faster and an 8th grade teacher flip out any quicker than these uncouth togs. On that same note, anyone over the age of 18 who wore these shirts could not be broadcasting the fact any clearer that they did not, in fact, have a "Big Johnson." While I haven't seen one since my last trip (roughly 10 years ago) to a friend's hunting camp in Mer Rouge, Louisiana...I'd reckon that there are small splinter cells of steadfast Johnson devotees in the wilds of Alabama and Northeastern Mississippi. These would be the same people with "Ain't Skeered," "No Fear," and "The South Will Rise Again" bumper stickers. Just wondering if anyone had made recent sightings of this rare, beautiful species.