Occasional Holy Man and Luthier Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts About Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, and Interesting People. Thalassophile. Nemesis of all Celebrities [except for Chuck Norris].
He Lives Vicariously Through Himself. He has a Piece of Paper That Proves He's Laird of Glencoe.
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Ah, Cleveland. Don't Ever Change.
From October of 1863:
[A moment of absurdity: The girlfriend of one of my friends did just that at a Rolling Stones concert at the old Municipal Stadium in Cleveland in the summer of 1975. Traditions die hard, apparently.]
