The guitarist was the great Michael ‘Kidd Funkadelic’ Hampton.
As a teen, FDR once sailed with a prep school friend to an island where they believed Captain Kidd had buried a chest.
Mr. Kidd leaned up against the wall for support; Mr. Brown stood open-mouthed and voiceless.
He looked like Captain Kidd, armed up to the teeth, and I told him so.
No, mine friend, I knows nothin' apout dis Mr. Kidd, nor his money.
I've no notion of trying to be a twentieth century Captain Kidd.
Behind this "sea-wall," many yards in extent, were the excavations made by the treasure hunters after Captain Kidd's hidden money.
Wal, boys, that 'are history o' Kidd's is a warnin' to fellers.
Kidd found the ranchero standing in his doorway, with straddled legs, attentively surveying the approaches to his house.
One would think you were little less than a female Captain Kidd.