THE STORY OF BOMO..... PERHAPS
In the Begining, there was Taffy. Then there was Turkish Taffy. Then there was Bonomo Turkish Taffy. And then there were several very strange members of Gladden House who, through altered state of consciousness, or divine inspiration, or both, brought forth Pemo from amongst them. And Pemo wrought BOMO from the word -- and the word was Trivia. And then this thing called BOMO, infused with the interjection of infinity into the eternal present, and imbued with the Awareness of Cosmic Triviality, became a being -- a being that, dedicated to the pursuit of Pigment and Gusto and the quest for the almighty Megatonnage, having once been in the eternal present, "became" in the past and the future, and in the 12th of Never, all that is and was and will be.
In time this being called BOMO took the form of a body, a collective of the trivially aware (and not so aware) that gathered twice yearly, in the Time of the Season, In the Still of the Night, in Crimson and Clover, over and over, to rejuvenate the body, to Do the Locomotion, and to Rock Around the Clock. Some of the BOMOs were aware, like unto the Computer that Wore Tennis Shoes, and knowing of all things fitted to the Trivial Art, and some of them were unaware, and, like unto the impotent Gilligan, were doing and giving and caring, and dialed telephones very very well.
Cherish is the Word we use to describe the body and the soul and the Fickle Finger of Fate that brings us together this evening. We the collective who would Rather Fight than Switch, the Living Extention of Tradition, welcome you that "will be" into the eternal "is" of BOMO. Remember, Where Angels Go Trouble Follows, so Don't Let the Green Grass Fool You, because It's Not How Long You Make It -- It's How You Make It Long. May Peace With Honor be with you, May the 5 Mile an Hour Bumper preserve and protect you, and above all, Don't Sleep in the Subway, Darling...
IN THE NAME OF GOD, AMEN!!!