Reflection On the Death of Tom Wolfe

88 years after 1930 changed the random associations of drunken flappers to the structural shoulders of another World conflict and the subsequent drug-showering of American Youth's brain synapses, Tom Wolfe exits with little applause...his fashionability having lost its runway footing as pants legs again narrowed, revealing some big feet, now on the ground.......Tom showed us that Dürer,   on acid, was Picasso, after all......The Merry Pranksters were On The Road, but Wolfe was not on the bus....he was writing the Story of the Bus Trip, and taking us into a brief orbit, before crashing into the Big Sea......