I blame the drugs. It's probably just me getting old but it sounds good so I'll go with that.
In 1969 I got to got to the National Scout Jamboree in Idaho. Each troop was supposed to do or demonstrate something relating to their part of the country. We brought big fryers and made hush puppies. Man were we popular. Several places down the line a Hawaiian troop were cooking Luau pigs in the ground. Now Eastern North Carolina boys love their pork so we worked a grand trade to great mutual advantage. The next day, Neil Armstrong landed on the moon.
SpyNavy
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)