SKOS Number 310
Some Kind Of Show
Allright, Allright, Allright, Allright, Allright, Allright, Allright, Allright, now ladies! Shake it, Shake it, Shake it, Shake it, Shake it like a…Rainstick?
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SKOS Number 309
Some Kind Of Show
Burlesque shows, Tik Toks, and movie theaters…oh my!
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SKOS Number 308
Some Kind Of Show
Keith brings the fellas Christmas presents which sends them into talking about Christmas plans. They also get into sleeping patterns and of course, death. Happy Holidays!
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SKOS Number 307
Some Kind Of Show
Siegs talks about his wife’s art show, and the guys talk about how difficult it is to sell one’s wares. We also may be entitled to a hefty check from the Seattle Board of Tourism.
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SKOS Number 306
Some Kind Of Show
We touch on video games and plod through issues due to our increasing age. We cut it just a little short in order to keep Bobby from shuffling off this mortal coil.
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SKOS Number 305
Some Kind Of Show
We briefly discuss Thanksgiving plans before delving into taxes, housing, and finances in general. Wow, we’re old.
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SKOS Number 304
Some Kind Of Show
Keith becomes a filmmaker and Bobby takes on a knife-wielding tenant.
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SKOS Number 303
Some Kind Of Show
We introduce ourselves. Do we really need to do that? Bobby has a new Borg implant, and we talk new video games.
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SKOS Number 302
Some Kind Of Show
It turns out that we need more than one episode to cover all the adventures had by your favorite group of miscreants.
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SKOS Number 301
Some Kind Of Show
John joins us as we play catch-up talking about all that we’ve done in the 20, or so, years since we last saw each other.
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We try a beer, we talk camping, camping, and more camping; and is there a week long trip in our futures? Enjoy our chat, we know we did.
It’s been 3 years since Spaulding was taken from us. I recommend everyone go back and listen to episode 50, we talk all about the breadth and scope of our relationships, and how much we mean to each other. In lieu of that, maybe just take some time to remember. Remember his laugh, remember his face, remember the big things and the little things. He’s gone, but not forgotten. I,for one, would like to walk around for a bit with a smile on my face replaying some of my favorite moments we shared. Like, whenever we would listen to Flogging Molly’s song ‘Black Friday Rule’ there is a line where they shout, “For, I am the king and shall long may I reign!” but regardless of how many times we would shout along, Spaulding would almost always mess up the lyrics. I can’t hear that song without seeing him launch into it with gusto, only to mix up the words and mumble “dammit” with a grin before jumping back into the sing-along.
Tell someone that didn’t know him all about him. Tell a friend that did know him one of your treasured memories that you love to replay in your mind and heart.