So for the last four years, the comment boxes attached both to the link above and this one have been your best bets to find new information on the man. The most recent info placed him in Bandera, a hard-drinking little dude ranch Mecca in the hills northwest of San Antone. If there was anywhere in Texas Supernaw could be tolerated, I thought to myself, it just might be Bandera, where saloons outnumber churches by a factor of five, and the main drag rings out with hardcore Texas country just about every night.He also said that Supernaw, while just as pleasant and nice as can be, was still very crazy. "When someone is sitting there in an office in a pair of pajamas and they say that they own the Bank of America...well, that's a real different feeling."
"I was serenaded by him," the man continued, "so I guess I've got something I can tell my kids. But it was just sad. What bothered me the most was that he needs help. He's afoot. He could get run over real easily. It happens all the time here."
The man's characterization of his talk with Supernaw sounded very much like this comment left by someone claiming to be Supernaw on one of our blogs a year ago:
He said he was glad when an opportunity presented itself for him to politely send Supernaw away. (He invented an appointment when a friend came by.)
"Doug is certainly one of the most unique people I've met," the man says.