Longtime Cochtotan residents remember the gangly, sandy-haired
Beauregard “Beau” Shit as a troubled youth committing
petty crimes up and down Main Street. An incident
involving a BB gun and a Crimson Tressed Tit-hatch
had lifelong ramifications for another local boy but
it was his theft of both books from the Cochtotan Library
that got him locked up in Juvenile Hall. It was there
he built his first guitar out of a bed slat and a toilet
seat. Nowadays, he plays fancier guitars and keeps to the straight and
narrow. At least until he has one too many complimentary beverages.
Bartenders beware.
