I can just imagine Huggy's grandmother (great-grandmother?) owning something this colorful.
UPDATE April 14, 2018: FROM KERI'S FB POST -
Good morning--for those sick of hearing from me regarding the Evolution reprint I apologize. Since I'm hearing from people in more than one way I just want to be sure I have everyone listed. Also, I don't participate in LJ any longer so whomever put the message on LJ could you please tell them the request list is now closed since we're at fifteen. Okay, so I have the following: KS Langley, 2 sets, Callie (came to me from LJ) 1 set, Monica Midbon, 1 set, Anja Hendricks (came to me from LJ) 1 set, Mat Siren, 1 set, Theresa Reavey, 1 set, Dianne Sancetta, 1 set, Lisa Herbold, 1 set, Dusty Mann, 1 set, Reeta Karolina, 1 set, Lisa Williams Adair, 1 of book 1, Laura Aguiar, 1 set, Shanna Stroup, 1 set, and Ronnie Michelle Grill, 1 set. That's the list. Now we're still working estimates and logistics, so I have to ask your patience a little bit longer. Thanks.
Copied from the Facebook post at Starsky/Hutch the Original Bromance (slash ship) FB page.:
ATTENTION! Keri Tomkins has kindly offered to look into reprinting "Evolution", the classic two-volume
S/H novel written by Dana Austin Marsh and beautifully illustrated by Lorraine Brevig, if only there's enough interest in it. This story will never be published online as per the author's wishes, so this might be your opportunity to obtain it with no trouble at all! The cost would probably be around $45 for the two-volume set. We still need a few more people to express interest in buying the zine to make this reprint more likely to happen. If you're interested, please send Keri a private message here on FB or email her at firstname.lastname@example.org. More information on the zine here: https://fanlore.org/wiki/Evolution_(Starsky_and_Hutch_zine)
There didn't seem to be enough interest in reprints to make it happen, but Keri has offered to resurrect the fanzine library set up. (For our younger fans -This means you get on the list and when the previous reader is through with the book/s they mail/ship them to you to read and pass on to the next name on the list.)
I will point out that for this to work, we need to treat this as any other secured library loan. Here's the post I put up on the FB page:
Keri, I appreciate your work and dedication to the S&H fan fiction readers and I'm sure others here do, too. So I'd like any others who agree with me to "sign" this pledge.
**** I will treat the zines like any secured library loan. This means I will acknowledge to you and the previous reader when I receive the zine/s. While I have them I will not (or let anyone else) post, scan, transcribe or in any way copy any portion of the zines without your express permission. I will do my best to keep the zines clean and undamaged for the next reader. When I finish, I will ship them to the next fan and let you and them know they are on the way. (I plan to use a signature required shipping. In the past it has saved me more than it cost and gave me a tracking number to file complaints if needed) If something happens to the zines while I'm responsible, I will cover the cost of a new loan copy.****
signed MatSir aka The Fantasy Menace aka Vickie Gray
If you are interested in reading a rare zine, or if you've always wanted to buy this zine, you can go to the FB page and join up or let me know and I'll pass the info along.
So who'd be the one trying a pickle juice Sonic Slush? Starsky or Hutch?
"Starsky, why do you have a string tied around your finger?" Minnie was the first to notice it.
The curly haired detective gaped at his hand for a second. Then he started searching his jumbled desk and the floor around it, squatting to peer under the furniture. Hutch refused to watch the performance and gathered up the files they'd need at the courthouse. Under the guise of still searching, Starsky started to lift the hem of Minnie's skirt. She grabbed his wrist and laughed, "Trashy boy, don't you start something if you can't survive the finish!"
"Ah, but whatta way to go!" Starsky grinned up at her.
"Just what are you looking for?" she glanced around, trying to help.
"My yo-yo escaped! The string must'a broke!" he rose, lightly kissed her cheek and, because he knew he was being watched, made sure to put a little extra strut into his walk on the way out of the squad room.
"Detective Sargent Starsky, why do you have a string tied around your finger?" Once assistant D.A. Sims noticed it, he couldn't un-notice it. He smirked, "Did your mommy put it there?"
"Actually it was ya' wife. She wanted me to remind you to buy condoms." In a naive sounding stage whisper, Starsky added, "Is there really a brand called 'Wee Willys'?"
Sim's clenched jawed response was lost under Hutch's sudden coughing fit. After the strategy session session limped to a finish, Sims made sure the stenographer knew that such unprofessional comments were to be kept out of the transcripts. She nodded, smiled and hurried off for a coffee break with her co-workers.
"Starsky, m'man, why do you have a string tied 'round your finger?" Huggy asked, "Dare I to hope it's a reminder to pay your tab?"
"It's a Jewish holiday." Starsky stroked the string reverently.
When Huggy's suspicious gaze landed on him, Hutch did his best to look innocent and Methodist. Huggy gave a martyred sigh and bit, "And just what does this string sacrament represent, Rebbe Doublebaconcheeseburger?"
"It's to honor Eli Shtupkof, who bravely sacrificed his middle finger to respond to Yenta Nu's unsolicited advice." Starsky raised his beer and the marked finger, "L'chiam! Shtupkof! A true mensch!"
Hutch laughed and lifted his glass to the toast. Huggy muttered something about borscht belt bozos and went back to the paying customers.
"Starsky, why do you have a string tied around your finger?" Hutch smiled as they climbed into bed and each other's arms.
"Oh, this?" Starsky used the topic of the day to trace the outlines of his lover's abdominal muscles. The golden skin quivered and blushed under his attentions, "It's to remind me of where I was this morning when that stinkin' alarm interrupted us."
"Ah, yes. How could I forget? I think I was doing.... this," Hutch purred as he rolled over, "and you were right.... " he moaned as Starsky's finger resumed it's place, "Oh, yeah, oohhh - Ow! Starsk! Take the damn string off!"