My first consciousness of Flynn occurred when I saw hundreds of cases of No. 10 cans of clam juice and was told to cook and feed the hungry men and women laboring in the desert. When I said, "Well, first thing is to get rid of all this clam juice and put some FOOD in this here closet....." Criminy, you'd think I'da asked to bar-b-que Will Roger's balls right then and there. Flynn looked at me with a level eye said cooly, "Woman, you're not going to work out here very well at all if you think the ingredients for my clamato beer is not FOOD." And thus began the instruction of Phat Man Dee.

We missed you the last several years. Welcome back!
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We miss Flynn.

There was a moment at the SRL show in Austin when Flynn and I realized that there was no way we could fit 4,800 people in a 2,800 seat venue. And without hesitation he took 300 (or more) people and walked them across the racetrack... after that I knew he was a god-like stage manager. He also taught me how to use a nail gun - and for that I'm grateful. I'm glad he's getting paid by the LLC... hey Flynn - I know someone with 700 acres in Chico...

Flynn-
The King of the Power Nap. The only person I know who makes nachos by taking each chip and dressing it individually (he makes Martha Stewart look bad). At one time he had his life perfectly organized into milk crates. He's the only REAL cowboy I know. And the person responsible for my body being riddled with burn scars. I never see him anymore, but he'll always be one of my bestest friends.