Okay, for anyone who wants to know the story behind the name Tunnel Slats, here it is:
It comes from my days as a student at the University of Wisconsin. One day, I went bowling with my friend Bran, and he declared that in order to bowl, you had to have a bowling nickname. I didn't have one, so he chose "Slats" for me, probably because it sounds a little like my real name.
A few years later, I found myself hanging out with one of the ....."eccentrics" who liked to hang around on campus. This guy called himself "Tunnel Bob" because he was pretty much obsessed with sneaking into the steam tunnels below campus, and in his words "walking around and checking stuff out." Bob always called me Slats because we went bowling a few times, and he had a thing for nicknames anyway.
He kept urging me to go into the tunnels with him, so he could show me just how cool they were. I was a bit intimidated because I didn't know if he was crazy or what, and if I put myself in an environment where he had power over me, I thought he might turn me into little boy soup.
Finally, I agreed to go down there with him. It was pretty cool, and he didn't chop me into little bits. Afterward, he gave me the title "Tunnel" since I was now a veteran of the tunnels.
Thus began my fascination with bowling, weirdos, and trespassing.
It comes from my days as a student at the University of Wisconsin. One day, I went bowling with my friend Bran, and he declared that in order to bowl, you had to have a bowling nickname. I didn't have one, so he chose "Slats" for me, probably because it sounds a little like my real name.
A few years later, I found myself hanging out with one of the ....."eccentrics" who liked to hang around on campus. This guy called himself "Tunnel Bob" because he was pretty much obsessed with sneaking into the steam tunnels below campus, and in his words "walking around and checking stuff out." Bob always called me Slats because we went bowling a few times, and he had a thing for nicknames anyway.
He kept urging me to go into the tunnels with him, so he could show me just how cool they were. I was a bit intimidated because I didn't know if he was crazy or what, and if I put myself in an environment where he had power over me, I thought he might turn me into little boy soup.
Finally, I agreed to go down there with him. It was pretty cool, and he didn't chop me into little bits. Afterward, he gave me the title "Tunnel" since I was now a veteran of the tunnels.
Thus began my fascination with bowling, weirdos, and trespassing.
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