If he plays some Carpenters, Partridge Family, Cowsills and Neal Sedaka the place will rock so hard it will awaken Knute from his grave.
As a fellow old fart (but from the hippie side o' life), I assume that the
rockin' and a-rollin'" would be akin to the reaction experienced by those of us who had the chili dogs at lunch one Tuesday in October, at the South Dining Hall.
Three days without being able to keep any food in the system for more than two minutes.
Thank goodness it was a football weekend. I managed to down (and keep) a number of beers down at the Friday pre-game kegger in the dorm.
The folks at the infirmary – which had bags and bags of pills at the front counter awaiting those of us "in distress." They claimed it was a "stomach flu" going around St. Joseph's county.
Funny thing, though; it was confined to we poor South Dining Hall chilli doggers.
This was 1970. I haven't even
looked at a chili dog since ...