This is an account of the infamous Spudigans who escaped the trappings of a toy chest one fateful day. Until now, the last sighting was the escape out the front door and down the stairs where a pair of yellow glasses was found.
Spudster played a thick-skinned hero who’s tough and crispy, but every tot from Beijing to Idaho knew he was only a sweet potato.
Construction was simply an excuse for him to wear a hardhat to cover his marshmallow heart.
Totlet dreamed of fitting the American Standard of a champion spud diver, but Papa Potato always said he’d never amount to chips.
With flippers and goggles intact, Totlet took a dive and felt the rush of waves against his tanned face until he clogged the drain.
A feisty stallion and a gung-ho potato met on the horizon for a silver-screen moment. However, poor Tot Rogers misunderstood the meaning of “tack,” now Stanley is on a mission to have him mashed.
All the potatoes at the Gunny Sack said Totsy was rather spudly for catching himself a French blonde.
Hopefully, no one will ever learn she was a drive-thru order.
Princess Spudelina fiddled day in and day out to make a studly spud to call her own, but nothing seemed to do.
In despair, she went to the pond where a frog puckered up.
Turns out it’s better to settle for a not-so-perfect spud instead of a fairytale frog.
After suffering an unfortunate spicing accident, Yami transformed into a half-rotot, half-yamlien hybrid. Although he seems to function as a normal spud would, he has developed a chronic paranoia. No worries, his light saber is only dangerous to Totness Monsters and Spudquatches.
From pitches to pages, Base Totter had baseball down to every last stitch. He could hit singles, doubles, triples, and throw curved, fast, sliders, but coaches don’t want a tater on the team. They only want their players to hit them.
After defeating the ferocious two-faced guardian, the gems and jewels belonged to Captain Jack Spudrow.
Years of rot couldn’t handle the captain’s tug, though, dooming a greedy tater to eternity on the aquarium floor with the treasure spread all around.
All tottered and bumbled, Yamko found it difficult to fit in, even in his own shoes, until he found a job as an extinguisher at a junkyard. All the mini vans and Pintos opened their engines to the hodgepodge potato who seemed to ignite more fires than he put out.
On dreary evenings and stormy mornings, a white apparition tip-toes around Redbud Cemetery.
The Ghost Tater of 1882 haunts the grounds until sunset.
Despite his glow, he’s afraid of the dark.
This ends the Tales of the Taters, all gathered as one, overlooking the future Spudigans in the potato fields, each leaving a piece of themselves behind to keep their stories alive.
In Memory of Tot Rogers
Ryan Hendrix is the leader of the local indie-rock band Colourmusic. His studio in downtown Stillwater is shot cavelike, with little light seeping through the covered windows.
Bree Ahern is a cellist who plays for a few ensembles in town, including the Stillwater String Academy. She sits second chair on the All-State orchestra. Her studio is an eclectic room in a corner of the her sister’s apartment on Duck Street.
Kylie Ahern is Bree’s older sister and a phenomenal violinist. The north-facing kitchen in her apartment in Stillwater serves as her studio. I was amazing at how quickly her fingers fluttered up and down the fingerboard.
Trevor is a vocalist in Stillwater. But his studio in his home on McElroy is a musician’s paradise—stringed instruments, percussion, keys and recording equipment. Here, Trevor plays a light improv set on the his Baldwin piano.
Tyler Siems is the director of The Green House, 723 E University Ave., and a part-time folk guitarist. His music room is decked out with his four guitars, banjo, mandolin and his wife’s cello. It is second only to his bicycle room.
Brett Johnson is an independent musician in Stillwater. We share the same birthday—Jan. 24. I Brett about a year ago at a dance party I threw at The Garth Brooks House on Duck Street. I shot him and his fiancé jamming at The Green House.
Garrett Reding, aka DJ Sky Christopher, spins beats in his studio at the Community Center in downtown Stillwater. He has been the DJ at several of my dance parties.
Walter Kelly is undoubtedly Stillwater’s coolest cat. A jazz guitarist, Walter gives lessons in his retro studio at the Community Center in downtown Stillwater.
