Ladies and gentlemen, meet Harry Hamm, subject of a very warm profie in the Washington Post this weekend. (To be fair, I don't know that he goes by Harry, but the name "Harry Hamm" is hard to pass up, except at a diner.)
[T]he 66-year-old Hamm is a multibillionaire who could buy [his hometown of Lexington, Okla.] several times over. An early believer in the notion that the techniques of horizontal drilling and hydraulic fracturing could be merged to unlock new layers of oil, he is the chief executive of Continental Resources, the leading exploration company in the booming Bakken Formation, which stretches across Montana, North Dakota and Saskatchewan. His 68 percent stake in the company is currently worth $7.7 billion, and Forbes recently ranked him the world’s 76th-richest person.
Harold Hamm, a figure who detoured from a Horatio Alger novel straight into Dallas. Be warned, humble reader: "His public relations person jokes that once people talk to the upbeat, personable oilman, they’re 'Hammanized.' Even many of his political foes say he’s hard not to like." Seems like that should have been "Hammered," but, fine. You meet the guy, you like him. Fair enough.
Well, I haven't met him. And based on this profile, he doesn't exactly seem like the sort of guy I'd like to hang out with.