I was working on the Space Shuttle program at Vandenberg AFB in ’86. I was living in Lompoc. There was some silly parade and some group with a wagon and a boom box came down the main drag. They were dressed as the Flintstones. They implored you to “Come Dance with the Flintstones” while playing this song on the boom box.
It struck me as hysterical…
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