Johnny Cash killed the California Condors

I am supposed to denounce the schizoid careening of my brain in its mad devouring of completely unrelated tales, like a glutton at the buffet. But its the information age.

the Information:
"Cash sometimes spoke of his erratic, drug-induced behavior with some degree of bemused detachment. In June 1965, his truck caught fire due to an overheated wheel bearing, triggering a forest fire that burnt several hundred acres in Los Padres National Forest in California. When the judge asked Cash why he did it, Cash said, 'I didn't do it, my truck did, and it's dead, so you can't question it.' The fire destroyed 508 acres (2.06 km²), burning the foliage off three mountains and killing 49 of the refuge's 53 endangered condors. Cash was unrepentant: 'I don't care about your damn yellow buzzards.' The federal government sued him and was awarded $125,127. Johnny eventually settled the case and paid $82,001. Cash said he was the only person ever sued by the government for starting a forest fire."

Something breaks my heart about this. Kind of like the rounding up of wild mustangs with Bureau of Land Management helicopters, who then adopt the horses out to insipid ranchers and their children, or simply have them shot.
The Killing Fields
"Long a symbol of freedom, America's wild horses may soon be no more."

Like a psyche that eats its root and sustenance. Even little immigrant girls feel the deep pangs of rock and roll and the American wilderness.