The Streaker story is like taking a hilarious waltz down memory lane—one we can all relate to, whether we were spectators, participants, or just those who wished they’d been brave enough to join in.
Oh, I remember our Streakers, many of them my friends, running by as I was going to my car one day. I also remember being called to the Principals office and being asked if I could identify any of them.
I feigned ignorance and swore that I had seen nothing. Rock on, Gentlemen.
Oh, I remember our Streakers, many of them my friends, running by as I was going to my car one day. I also remember being called to the Principals office and being asked if I could identify any of them.
I feigned ignorance and swore that I had seen nothing. Rock on, Gentlemen.
Thanks for the feedback, Lori. Were you in the class of 74?