In this episode of Rockbottum Radio, RW pulls a highly classified but long-buried StoryTime out of the vault. It's the kind of story where everyone involved is no longer around to object.
It's Storytime. Once upon a time, long ago, a country club way out in the boonies--where Dad was the Pro/Supt/GM--held a combined Halloween golf tournament/debutante ball and squirrel cookout. As Dad was usually reluctant to attend such glitzy affairs, I was instructed to represent him. Since I wasn't old enough to drive yet, Dad left me behind to close up the pro shop and the maintenance barn--it was an actual barn--plug in the carts, clean the pool and keep an eye on things. His exact inst
In this time of turmoil and division, we offer something to bring us together: Rockbottum Storytime.
Thirty years ago, Buddy began to wonder which mask was more effective. Was it the common dust mask? The surgical mask? Or perhaps the trusty bandanna? It had nothing to do with spraying or virus prevention or looking cool, it was entirely due to Buddy's office trouble. Located next to the crew restroom, Buddy's office was plagued with sudden waves of a malodorous stench capable of pene