These are the nude statuary to which the Sturgis preachers object, I guess. They're the only nudes I saw on the streets, anyway. The silver-colored one is on Main in front of what used to be the Nite Owl bar. The other one is on Main about a block east of its intersection with Junction. I think it's quite lovely.
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Don't want to be picky because I agree with your point but the OLD Nite Owl was not on Main. It was in the Fruth Hotel building, on a side street----I'd have to drive by to see but I think it would have been 6th. Maybe there's been another Nite Owl since then but that was the location of the "old" Nite Owl.
You could well be right on that, Wayne. I suffer from CRS.
I object to those Sturgis preachers and the sheep who follow them. Sex rules and the Church drools.
The sculptures are beautiful. I'd ask the teachers who object to them to identify the genre of each and the key sculptors of each genre. And if they couldn't do it, have them fired.
Preachers, Bill, preachers. But here's how they'd answer.
Genre: naked
Key Sculptors of the Naked Genre: All in Hell Now
Sorry, Biil. I see by the newspaper that it is now teachers and preachers.
I personally like the lady with the cowboy hat on the left, but I suppose that is my preference and taste. The denigration of the human body, by the constant efforts of people to shun "nudity," seems to cause a systemic problem with people's self-image. For centuries, people have been trying to hide the human body's natural beauty under the guise of modesty.
But as U.S. Supreme Court Justice Harlan stated in his Cohen v. California decision, "One man's vulgarity is another's lyric." To me, God's creation is a beautiful thing that should be celebrated, not hidden.
Gotta love the hypocrisy here since the rally is about two weeks of public nudity or near public nudity for Sturgis.
Peeking Tom is welcomed with open arms for two weeks - then for the other 50 weeks Sturgis pretends its a town of prudes.
No problem, Bob. My point was, I get the "preacher" part (especially non-Catholics), but not the teachers. They should be ashamed alright... ashamed of themselves.
Indeed, the "old" Nite Owl bar (3.2 beer only in those days) was in the now long-gone Fruth Hotel. I and my cohorts were caught in the thirsty gulch caused when the state legislature raised the legal drinking age for low-point beer from 18 to 19. Just another challenge to being a college freshman in 1965-66. As we aged across that magic boundary, several of us tried to make up for lost time.
Alas, my somewhat shopworn frame has gotten along quite nicely with a one-beer limit for decades, and that's generally as an accompaniment with a tasty sandwich.
As far as my memory book is concerned, there has been only one Nite Owl bar in Scooptown, and that's the original.
Cheers!
West of the Potomac
The Knuckle bought the Nite Owl's on-premise liquor license a couple years ago, which they use at the Knuckle's main location. The owners have opened a place they call the Nite Owl next to their t-shirt shop just off Lazelle a couple blocks west of Junction.
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