I’ve been considering running away from home lately but I can’t because my car in is in the shop. An airbag blew up. It was . . . impressive.
It seems my only option is to hitch a ride with the Rice basketball team, headed north in December of 1957, dressed to thrill the Yankees:
This was a mediocre 13-11 season for the Owls and we lost all three games on this trip, falling to Wisconsin, Illinois, and St. Johns. I’m confident we had the best hats though.
Bonus: Everything has a tag now. I almost wonder when they’ll start tattooing the staff.