Gene Hackman Has a Pie
by John Saward
A recent photo of Gene Hackman was going around last month. He’s exiting a Speedway in New Mexico, in an outfit you might describe as, “your dad coming to jump your car in the middle of the night”—unevenly faded Kirkland-grade sweatpants, shoes with a hefty rubber sole, flannel shirt and a fleece vest, knuckly hands, and some wisps of white hair hanging out from under a baseball hat. The precise mix of function and leisure. He’s carrying a cup of gas station coffee and an individually packaged piece of gas station apple pie.
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