The Missing Page in the History Book Dept.

Fortunately, the spread of this scourge was eventually stopped -- but not by some great plan out of Washington or some University think tank, no, the solution came out of an ordinary school gymnasium in a small midwestern city, where a simple gym teacher, steeped in the traditions of humiliation and embarrassment, found that even a Beatnik can feel stupid when hit in the face with a volleyball, and then laughed at by a group shorts & t-shirt clad youths.
Across the nation, led by screaming over-weight sweatsuited coaches, thousands of volleyball armed students turned back the Hipster Tide, driving red faced Beats back into their dimly lit coffee houses -- there to skulk in dwindling numbers till they devolved from worrisome anti-establishment cool cats into neighborhood "characters"and finally into faded memories.
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Pics from a foggy night, 10/2/07
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