Post college, after we'd all gone our separate ways Craig took it upon himself to organize an official FFG reunion (at Bullwinkles, of course) and sent out these... tickets. Maybe they were just fliers or reminders but their diminutive size and off-white color gave the impression they were admission tickets. As memory serves, we all met and had many conies and a lots of beer.... but the mind reels at how if, just like on Gillligan's Island, one of the tickest had been lost in delivery or, worse still, Jack Ohman had intercepted John's ticket and now we'd be palling around with him! CRAIG ADDS: I think I got that typeface on loan from "The Mary Tyler Moore" show. And what's with that guy's nose?
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