We had no idea who they were or why they were printed onto a huge poster, used and then thrown away like yesterday's bad egg salad sandwich. But we loved them. And so did everyone else who visited us. Well, everyone except for one of our very own roommates. But she was overruled.
Late one night, we gave construction paper accessories like watches and pet tigers. The were dubbed "Out'a SNYC" in a odd homage to the apartment's preferred boy band.
One day some guy told us they were Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and Gang. (Something about the Tall Texan?) I don't know, I'm not from around here and have no idea about the folklore and western history. I do know that once when I was driving through wyoming, I found a Tshirt with this exact same picture printed on it. So I bought it. and some postcards.
Then I moved. Everyone moved. The last person left in that apartment was the roommate who hated the picture. When I moved to a place in clearfield, my roommate was someone who lived upstairs from us at the time of the poster, so she brought it along for me, and it hung at our house. Then I packed up again and moved to Minnesota for a while. Upon returning to Utah, I was delighted to find that it was still around.
Now I'm moving again. And its probably time to put away silly things and have a grown up house.
But I'm finding I have trouble parting with my boys.
So I'm wondering if any of the old gang wants it back? How much am I bid for this little memory?
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