Camping Goat Man Style
His name was Charles McCartney. No one around where I grew up knew him by anything other than the Goat Man. The Knoxville News Sentinel would chronicle his progress if he was headed our way, and folks would go out to gawk at him when he was camped nearby.
I would tell people over the years that it looked like he hitched some goats to a pile of scrap at the junk yard. The best pictures found on the web are taken from some old slides. There are a few more here. These images may disappear from the web someday if these small website owners decide that the cost of server space isn’t worth it.
I remember asking a girl after mass one Sunday if she wanted to go with me to see the Goat Man as he was camping nearby. I remember being embarrassed when she asked him “How do you clean your teeth?”. I need not have worried as he calmly fielded all questions from the curious.
I only wish that I would have gotten one of those postcards he was selling. You can see him in one of the pictures rooting around in a garbage can where he kept his postcard inventory.