epilogue
Well, as it turned out we only had those two public performances. Work hours, girlfriends, leisure hours, one-night stands, and excessive time surfing pornographic websites all had a hand in the gradual fadeaway made by the Stand Ins. Mark was the first to split Green Bay, but the rest of the lads eventually followed.
where are they now?
Well, it's been awhile since the boys played together. They're not getting any younger, and are scattered hither and yon.
I think, though, that somewhere, somehow, Cheeseheads and Flatlander will get together and damage some eardrums.
Last I heard Mike was situated somewhere near Milwaukee hunting down Bears fans who claim not to hate the Packers.
Jody changed his name, moved into a cave out west, and is making a killing juicing saguaros. Occassionally has relationships with one-armed bandits.
Mark roams the prairies of Central Illinois. Last seen stumbling west on Stringtown Road, trying to recite the Serenity Prayer backwards. Usually succeeds.
And as for our founder, Gary is now on the Hawaiian over-forty PGA tour for guys-who-used-to-burn-wings-off-flies-with- magnifying-glasses.
Gary and Mike have considerably increased their cigarette smoking. Mark eats more fat and sugar. Out West Joe said he's evened out their carbon footprints by, well, I'm not sure what. The phone connection cut off shortly after I heard someone in the background yell, “Hey, there's the #%*@!# who sold me that electric whoopee cushion!”
Updates will be forthcoming when news concerning the lads is rumored, or when I feel a craving to waste time and/or make stuff up. Until then, as Frank Bartles said, thank you for your support.
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