The Sun Valley ice rink got a little exposure last Saturday night as a man clad only in flip-flops flipped-flopped across the icy expanse to the mixed catcalls of laughter and cries of disbelief from the family-filled audience on hand. The man, obviously afflicted with shrinkage, high-tailed it across the frozen expanse and bolted out the rear gate during the big finale. Miraculously, he got away.
Later that night, I spotted him hiding behind the Red Barn on Sun Valley Road in Ketchum and confronted him.
"Aren't you the one who streaked the show tonight?"
"Because I ..."
"Excuse me. Before you explain, could you put your pants on?"
"Oh, sorry." (Dons pants) "Where was I?"
"Yes, the wife and I and two kids were watching the show from the buffet area and something just came over me."
"And that compelled you to strip down and interrupt the show?"
"Yes. I just felt free and wanted to share with the crowd."
"Share your openness?"
"If you will."
"Well, you were certainly open."
"Apparently. I must say, it took a lot of guts."
"I know. It was strange. I'm really a modest man."
"You have a lot to be modest about."
"You're not going to turn me in."
"What happens in Sun Valley, stays in Sun Valley."
"Oh, like the song. That's what it meant, 'It Happened in Sun Valley?'"
"Yes. Nice talking to you."