What’s with that armadillo?
Well, about a gazillion years ago, Alan Morton was driving through West Texas, and he noticed that there were lots of dead armadillos on the side of the road. And he noticed that many of them had Lone Star beer bottles in their wee little hands. And being a songwriter, Alan put a story to the circumstance. And the story became a song. And the song became a legend.
Now, the story may not be entirely factual or factually accurate, but that’s where what we call poetic license comes in. And now that a whole body of lore has evolved from that story that turned into a song, The Fugitive Poets just can’t shake the armadillo thing. Not that they want to or have tried to.
Anyway, something of a myth has evolved around that darned armadillo, and now whenever a Fugitive Poet, or a fan of The Fugitive Poets runs into an armadillo who has gone on to his eternal reward (if, indeed, armadillos do go on to eternal reward), they can’t help but put a lone star in his hand, and make sure his story’s told.