“No matter where you go, there you are.”
How can anyone resist featuring a 93 year old judge who also surfed. Check out his obit ODDones, it will reaffirm, “You’re only young once, but you can be immature all your life.” How about Judge Gardner’s quote re divorce, “(the act) “may not be used as a handy vehicle for the summary disposal of old and used wives. A woman is not a breeding cow to be nurtured during her years of fecundity, then conveniently and economically converted to cheap steaks when past her prime.” Blunt, but point well taken.
So as to the title of today’s ODDthought, set the time machine back to, oh hell, the 1960’s. There’s this band in Boulder, Colorado that is destined to become “The Beatles of Japan,” and then head off into obscurity. The original name? (See below—you think political correctness is a modern day thing.) The P.C. name of the band was “The Astronauts.” You could get 3.2 beer, and if you got really lucky, you could dance with a UNI-VER-SITY of Knee-braska” coed. Life is dangerous when lived in retrospect.
Don’t get us wrong folks, we got all this info from some geezer sitting on a porch in Saratoga, Wyoming
strumming a banjo and talking to a goose. But evidentially, the Astronauts could flat rock out
. Maybe we’ll catch up to them during the next rotation of the cosmos. Hope we do, we do.
Please define “nincompoop.”
Answer to question above, “The Storm Troopers.” (and they made their first debut in a bowling alley. “Fuck it Dude, let’s go bowling.”
)
We’re off to blog about donuts
. Please save us a table at The Tool, and the first pitcher of Coors
is on us. (And what’s with this stuff about having to give your DOB before logging on to the website of a publicly traded company, making a legal product, in a decent town, even though the barley fabricator is now owned by Canadians. Hey, Denver stole the Avalanche
fair and square.)
