Well, folks, it’s me. Annie. Your now-foreign East Nasty correspondent – much like one Connie Chung, perhaps.
When I heard that Duane Stephenson had been elected as the East Nasty of the Week, I made sure that Rod stopped the presses to let me write this one. See, I made a promise to Duane that should he ever have the honor of ENOW bestowed upon him, I would resurrect from my Coloradan exile, rising from the hinterlands on the wings of the Internet, and write a little something-something.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. THIS Duane Stephenson?
No. I have no idea who that man is.
I’m talking about THIS Duane Stephenson – and really, as far as we’re concerned, the ONLY Duane Stephenson.
Duane grew up in Texas, where he was educated in the ways of music, Tex-Mex, and Shiner Bock. After high school, he took the advice of one M.W. Smith – that would be “go west, young man” – and headed to the University of Southern California. But eventually, the allure of the Lone Star brought him back to Texas. He loves Texas. I think he is obsessed with Texas. I have no idea if this is Duane’s website, but… yes, this totally has to be Duane’s website. I heard he’s updating it soon, though…
Based back in Texas, he spent years writing songs, playing in bands, and touring. He has CD’s, people, and a very pretty guitar. Having lived in Nashville for 5 years now, Duane is self-employed in the realm of computers.
Which brings us to present day. Duane is a recent(ish) addition to East Nasty, and with no real previous running experience, is seizing what I think may be the Year of the Duane (spread it around like wildfire). He is preparing to run – nay, own – the half-marathon in April.
He is David Wilcox’s biggest fan, makes a mean pot of chili, and knows more “Lost” trivia than anyone I know. Long live Duane Stephenson, and amen.
Contact Duane at firstname.lastname@example.org