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"So Long!"
My friend, Ruth, I are wearing these towels to commemorate the glorious birth, fruitful life, and sorrowful death of one of the best comedy writers earth has ever been graced with. His name is Douglas Adams and on March 11th, 1952 in Cambridge, England his life began. After writing many books and other various works (one of his best known being The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy) he died of a tragic and abrupt heart attack on May 11th, 2001 at only the age of 49. Douglas made the universe a much funnier place to inhabit and forever changed the way we think about towels, extraterrestrial poetry, and especially the number 42. We Douglas Adams fans feel that we need to honor this man and all he did. By creating this holiday entitled “Towel Day” we try to do exactly that.

As Douglas Adams wrote in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Chapter Three:
“A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand combat; wrap it round your head to ward of noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you cant see it, it cant see you-daft as a brush, but very very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: nonhitchhiker” discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, washcloth, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet-weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitchhiker and of these or a dozen other items that the hitchhiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the Galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through and still know where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.”

So here is a story Ruth and I made up with the pictures we took! Hope you like it!

Description
PLEASE LOOK AT FULL VIEW!

"So Long!"
My friend, Ruth, I are wearing these towels to commemorate the glorious birth, fruitful life, and sorrowful death of one of the best comedy writers earth has ever been graced with. His name is Douglas Adams and on March 11th, 1952 in Cambridge, England his life began. After writing many books and other various works (one of his best known being The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy) he died of a tragic and abrupt heart attack on May 11th, 2001 at only the age of 49. Douglas made the universe a much funnier place to inhabit and forever changed the way we think about towels, extraterrestrial poetry, and especially the number 42. We Douglas Adams fans feel that we need to honor this man and all he did. By creating this holiday entitled “Towel Day” we try to do exactly that.

As Douglas Adams wrote in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Chapter Three:
“A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand combat; wrap it round your head to ward of noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you cant see it, it cant see you-daft as a brush, but very very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: nonhitchhiker” discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, washcloth, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet-weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitchhiker and of these or a dozen other items that the hitchhiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the Galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through and still know where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.”

So here is a story Ruth and I made up with the pictures we took! Hope you like it!