I hadn't thought of that in years--until a couple of months ago when I saw a woman bent over in the grocery store. All of a sudden, there came the memory, and I thought, "What Would Lonzie Do?" And there I was next to the arugula, laughing my monkey ass off.
Then there was the time Lonzie got slip in his mouth. We were doing ceramics in shop class, and somehow (don't ask me) all of a sudden Lonzie had a mouthful of slip (the mud-like stuff that you pour into the mold). You haven't lived until you've seen Lonzie Nichols dripping mud from his mouth and trying to talk: "BRAWWWGGGH I GOT SLIP IM MY MOUFFF . . ." It sorta looked like something out of a zombie flick.
Yes, I took shop class one year. But it was called "industrial arts" at my school.