there was a guy names "slap shot abe" and he apparantly was a mentally handicapped man, but may also at one point may not have been. apparantly he did a lot of psychedelics in the 70s and 80s and it fried his brain. he just lost the plot, and started wandering around town with a hocket stick, gloves, and a helmet. and he would just slap rocks and shit as hard he could. hence "slap shot abe". you would find him just fucking sending it against the wall behind (at the time) only mall. and he had these big thick 70's glasses kind of similar to bubbles from the trailer park boys. and in the summer, hed be out in shorts and hawaiian shirts, but still had the gloves and the helmet and hockey stick. he also road a bike occaisionally.
i never spoke to him personally, but he wasnt violent as far as i knew. he just drank beer and slap shotted shit all the time.
i think he died a few a while ago. he was my dads age, maybe a decade or so older. dad avoided him when he was younger. but apparantly back then he was still slap shotting shit. so at least he was consistent in his purpose, and earned his name.
RIP slap shot abe.
that and all the incest that happened back in the day. mennonites and hudderite colonies apparantly had a lot of that going on.
The KKK hoisted a cross over the town back in the 1920s. It was removed.
Later, in the 1960s, during the civil rights movement, it was put up again, anonymously, in the middle of the night.
People fought to remove it for years and were re-buffed with "It's a war memorial."
It was eventually moved out of town to a religious college a few miles away.
Good to see that "it's history" has always been an excuse to keep messages of hate
Birmingham, Alabama has a Zeppelin-mooring building.
I've said this before, but from my home, I could get to Bernie Sanders' house faster than he can complete another commercial.
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Beautiful place this time of year.
Also where my mother, Jane Doe, née Smith grew up and where I adopted my first pet, Fido.
That before 1950 it was home to the longest roller coaster in the country
The word "dinosaur" was coined by a resident of my town.
Actually that's not that obscure.
Really obscure knowledge would be something like the sign for Ashton Road once had a plastic soldier taped to it for six months by this kid called Richard who once shat himself in primary school and rather than clean himself up spent most of the break trying to get other people to shit themselves like he was starting a new trend. He was unsuccessful.
It was the first in the area to be wired for electricity in the 1800's
It was the birthplace of the modern zipper.
Also what’s your mother’s maiden name haha just say it punk
Seriously, sometimes I think this sub is a data farming honeypot.
My work's got one of those. It's an app on the company Slack called Donut that runs a "Watercooler Chats" channel. You can imagine the kinds of questions and revealing responses that thing sucks up like coke through a hundred dollar bill.
Here is my answer to the question: I learned that my city tried to fine NASA for property damage caused by a rocket in the 90's.
This doesn't have to be revealing, you know. Hence the "obscure" part.
