He wanted to become a serious literary novelist, like Faulkner or Hemingway. Fortunately for millions of Hank the Cowdog fans, he failed.
I loved those books. We lived on 5 acres in the middle of nowhere in a totally different part of the country, but they were wonderful because they weren’t condescending like so many “kids’ books” are.
i grew up on this shit. We as a family would go on long roadtrips and listen to this.