This proves I was either not popular or totally out to lunch doing my own thing. Probably both. I don't remember any of this or hearing about it, much less being invited to participate. I think by then I was firmly in the grips of graduation fever. Didn't I have a graduation party at my house? I seem to remember my Mom being pissed about the trampled pachysandra and my dad being pissed about everyone jumping in the pool with their clothes on. Pretty sure I was jamming with some band also on our back patio. We invited the cops to stand watch at the end of the driveway and to avoid hassle. Anyone recall that? It all seems like a dream to me now.
I remember riding bikes with Debbie Paessler to the progressive dinner at John Combias' house. After we picked my sister up at the airport Debbie and I went to Don Moriarty's party. The night in the courtyard was this same night, which was the night before we graduated. In my scrapbook (which is where I had the calendar) I have a list of who spent the night. I wrote we "ran from the police, hiked the wall, wandered around in the rain and froze to death." Doesn't that sound fun?!! I have no idea what I told my mother for why I wouldn't be home that night. The next morning we used the home ec dryer to dry our sopping wet clothes.
I recall getting embarrassingly wasted at that party and distinctly recall that 2 Summit Police cars escorted me when I drove very very slowly like 5 mph all the back to the house on Canoe Brook parkway where I lived from â??57 til â??75... so many wonderful memories of Summit and all the unconditional love that flowed like a torrent through that blessed place!!!
While being lovingly tailed those cops were saying to meâ?? John, we realize youâ??re the son of Dick Hammell do the way we see this situation is we know your dad is a very close friend of the Chief that we would feel messed up if we busted ya, we just wanna make sure ya but home safe even tough ya ARESeein at least Triple cause we also are pretty sure you MUST have been doin shrooms a KOT back then since we know u grow her own marijuana and psilocybin today as part of keeping the creative musical and writing / consulting going planet wide..... soon I hope to be living on my ocean going ketch.... any single hot chick classmates out there who wanna help me Sail around the worldð??? Iâ??m a naval architect/ boat builder/ pro Diver (PADI multiple cert) /pro sailor: yacht delivery skipper/ mate/crew. Lover of Horny Lusty wenches planet wide as 65 year old Juvenile delinquent in my youth still damn itð???
For some reason, I really only remember going to the shore day at Terry's. I distinctly remember being on the deck there drinking beer. The rest is but a blur. Save graduation day, which was also notable because of the 8:00 a.m. Summit House rendezvous (absent from the calendar). Although where did the rainy night courtyard sleepover fit in there?
"Animal Crackers" is a Marx Brothers film that was re-released during our high school years. There was a small, but extremely insightful (I'm kidding!) cult following for Marx Brothers films. And for Firesign Theater. "Animal Crackers" remains a great film, full of hilarious adlibbing.
"Zinnia 75" refers to a prank some us pulled. I honestly can't remember who was involved. We painted a big "75" on the pavement in the parking lot behind the school. The paint was bright orange, a color called "zinnia".
I'll look at the list and see if I can remember anymore.
Are Dave Rosen and Doug Colson around out there somewhere?
Last time I saw them was at our 5th Reunion in 1980, the only one I've been to. I was lucky as hell to survive what happened after that one because I almost landed in the Connecticut State Prison.
They were intrigued by my stories of what happened after I graduated and we went to Flynns Tavern where they plied me with shots which washed out my nutritional protection. Two days after that, I helped a friend of mine move from Morristown back up to Hartford CT where we'd been in this place we called "The "Tute", (The Institute of Living).
What happened next was like something out of Hunter S. Thompsons "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas", and I'm still not sure how I got out of it unscathed because I ended up destroying a police precinct in Hartford. I threw a police radio through a plate glass window, overturned a huge hardwood desk, ripped up file cabinets, snapped an American flag pole in the corner of the office over my knee and threw the broken pieces out the window. The two policewomen manning the place drew their guns on me, I disarmed them and threw their guns out into the street whereupon they fled in terror.
I then walked out of there very calmly since in my delusional state I thought I was the sole survivor of WW3 and I thought all the other people were actually robots sent by the evil dictator who in my mind I called "Ronnie the Raygun" (Reagan was President) to destroy me- but I had no fear because I was armed with a superball, and a purple plastic waterpistol machine gun (!) with which I intended to short out the robots (!)
The Hartford Psychosquad came cruisin' up to the curb with 6 police cars, bubble gum machines blastin' out their red and white strobes but no sirens and the biggest cops I've ever seen came up to me.
I was lucky they all had damn good senses of humor because I immediately started squirting all of 'em with the water pistol demanding to know if they were "Real cops" or "robots". They were all black and when I asked this question they all burst out laughing their asses off, and when I asked 'em suspiciously if they'd take me to Hartford Hospital, one of 'em said "Sho, we be GLAD to take ya'll to Harford Hospital GET IN THE CAR!!!
So, I got in the back of the police car, and they took me over. They were in the E.R. for a long time and I started getting scared, figuring I could starve to death in the back of that car since I figured those robots didn't realize we humans needed food, needed water, so I started kicking out the window with my hiking boots.
A geek in a white lab coat tried moving in on me with a hypo fulla thorazine, but I grabbed it outa his hand and winged it back at his head along with the cliipboard, and it took them an hour to get me, coming in from both sides because I was seriously agitated with a huge adrenaline rush.
They got me into 4 point restraints and shot me fulla 'zine and zonked me out cold.
When I came to, there were 2 nurses who I recognized hovering over me like angels of mercy. I knew them both because they'd previously worked at the IOL when I was a patient there.
I said to them "Did I REALLY do what I THINK I did???" They nodded gravely and looked very worried because they knew I wasn't actually a violent person and didn't deserve to do time in the forensic ward of the Connecticut State Prison, so I said "Are a bunch of detectives on their way over here to interrogate me?" They nodded again. So I said "Please! Ya gotta HELP ME!!! Please just give me some thorazine and let me get outa here, I promise I'll ride the Hound down to NYC and will go straight to my Dr.!!
Well they let me go, but I got picked up on the street by the cops and brought to the Hartford County Jail, but by some miracle didn't have to stand trial and ended up in the State Mental Hospital in Norwich.
In Norwich some other psycho tried to bean me in the head with a cue ball off a pool table, and I broke a pool cue over his head but they let me out after only 3 weeks.
I went right back on my orthomolecular nutritional regimine and steered clear of alcohol and drugs after that, and I've been fine ever since, but that was a close call.
None of this is Doug or Dave's fault, I'm sure as hell not blaming them for any of it, it was my OWN fault because I knew better. I just have a really fragile biochemistry and have to be careful, especially with alcohol. I have an occassional beer or glass of wine, but no longer drink to get drunk, I just can't.
I can smoke marijuana, as long as I know who grew it and approximately how much THC it has, but I have to be careful there too because in BC Canada theres some very potent Chron grown around here where I live now, so I only smoke stuff I get from a friend of mine where I know its potency- he has a State license to grow, so for him its legal.
Since I'm a competitive swimmer in a Masters swim club, I use a vaporizer to protect my lungs- can't mess with bongs- too much tar- but I like using the vaporizor.
Anyway, alls well that ends well! Anyone know if Dave and Doug are around out there? Just wanted to give a shout out- we went through Washington School together and all the way through so I hope those guys are ok out there.
I really enjoy fighting the government for a living, and living here where I do I get to fight the US and Canadian governments simultaneously due to NAFTA I can get paid to do consulting work in Canada too.
Had a blast working on the Ron Paul campaign in of all places Vancouver BC! You might think thats kinda strange til you realize theres actually a huge number of Americans liviing in "The Big Soak" cause its Hollywood North.
Ever heard of a guy named Marc Emory? He publishes Cannabis Culture Magazine and is known as "The Prince of Pot". The US government is trying to extradict him to the States because they want to bury him under the prison for selling seeds and he's been fighting in the courts for years but soon they're going to bring him down and it really sucks because he's a good man, he's reallly been helping a lot of people.
Anyway, he's also a Libertarian like I am and a strong supporter of Ron Paul, so he and I and his wife and a bunch of other people rented a limo and drove around the downtown core of Vancouver plastering Ron Paul signs everywhere, and we rode around on the Sky Train handing out Ron Paul literature which got us a lot of strange looks and people made comments like "Wrong Country!!" and we just laughed!
Anyway, it was a lot of fun! I still wish Ron had gotten in, he was the only honest person in the race- no way could I vote for Mcbraindead or for the Obamination- neither of them were for legalizing marijuana, and neither one was willing to pull our troops out, and both are actually tools of the Bilderberg Group which is deliberately destroying this country in order to force us into an NAU Dictatorship modelled after the EU, which is a dictatorship.
Oh well, I'll quit ramblin', but just wanted to end this rant by mentioning that it sure is a BLAST living here in Point Roberts WA, geographically separated from the rest of the state, and from the rest of the country by 27 miles of BC down on the end of this penninsula cut off by the border (See map at http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0408/feature7/
What I like the best about living here is that theres no zoning laws, you can do what the hell you want without the law trying to tell you what to do. I've got a chicken coop and have 3 roosters and 13 hens and its real nice having all kinda omelettes, and I've got a big organic garden too. I keep my sailing dinghy down on the beach a 5 min cycle ride from my house and go sailing any time I want, so I'm really happy!
If any of you from the Class of '75 ever need a place to crash, you're all always welcome here, I've got lots of space. You can be in downtown Vancouver in just a half hour from here, so I'm about as close to Vancouver as Summit is to NYC, but this is rural here- so it truly is the best of both worlds! Theres a bus in Tsawwassen BC, our neighboring town on the Canadian side that goes into Vancouver and I ride in a couple times a week to hang out and do stuff so I know the city pretty well by now.
Strange as it may sound, I actually miss Jersey a lot sometimes, and its fun to reminisce, so I'm glad someone built this website and I look forward to the reunion- just will be very damn careful not to wash out my nutrients, they're what keep me sane!
If any of you know anyone who might benefit from my personal story of recovery from schizophrenia, its on the web at http://iahf.com/on_the_back_wards.html and theres a resource guide at the end which can help guide people to the sort of help I finally got. I am very damn lucky to have recovered! Lotsa folks die behind those walls and I easily could have.
The main thing I learned from that hell I went through is that its not how much money or how many material things we have that matters, all that matters is just being happy and healthy, and when you have your health, you've got just about everything!
If any of you want to talk about any of this, I can be reached toll free at 800-333-2553 H&W, Pacific time, and don't worry about my phone bill, a client of mine pays it so I don't have one.
It'd be interesting to see what people wrote in each other's yearbooks. And probably half of the pictures of people in my junior high yearbook from 7th grade -- teachers and all grades -- are "creatively" defaced.
Gronk and Akut. How the hell did you remember that? Yes, Ed Gein! The X-rated movie I think was either "Carnal Knowledge" or "The Last Tango In Paris" I think they were both rated "X" back then. Figures I'd remember that.
Heh, you wrote the names above the picture in my yearbook. Other names, too. Like "ELMO." (You gotta say it just right, though -- ELlllLL MoO.) You drew a picture of a baby duck, too. No mention of the Moo Cow Creamer® (click here), however.
Would love to see your yearbook and see what I wrote in it. My Jr. High yearbooks are hilarious. I want to buy that Moo Cow Creamer. How excellent would that be as a creamer dispenser.
I think by the time this picture was taken we weren't sure which team we were cheering for. I'm pretty sure that's Steve Huettel third from left. "Traitor!" There may be a few other non-76ers in there. Is that Peter Laughlin next to Steven? I believe you are right about Maurice in the cap. I'm more concerned with Pg. 157. Check out that beauty on the left!
Please scan and load these great photos because our Memory Lane albums need help. Bruce -- if you do scan the shot on page 157 would you ID the boys. I'm fairly certain I know the names of three of the boys dressed in drag!!
Class of '75 undefeated refers to Powder Puff football and that we won both junior and senior years. The '74 seniors even had Willie Wilson as a coach!
We won our junior year due to the efforts of the awesome cheerleaders, Gronk and Akut, the gorilla and the caveman in a dress. Bruce knows whereof I speak. They're in the '74 yearbook. They shall be scanned.
‘75 yearbook has a great shot of the cheerleaders attempting a chorus line that must be scanned, too.I have an article in my scrapbook that mentions the "... unusually large turnout on such a cold and bitter day was a result of our extremely enthusiastic and irresistibly sexy male cheerleaders." We'll put the article next to that dashing chorus line photo.
Now where did I put those reading glasses? However, there are four boys not wearing "Spirit of '76" tee-shirts. Maurice sure looks like the tall guy in the cap to me. Paging senior boy cheerleaders ... (James and I are referring to the photo on page 159 of our senior yearbook.)
Ed Gein and the closing of the D stand out for me. Ed was a notorious murderer from Wisconsin in the 50s who made a large impression on some of us.
"It's been real." "Later." (Muttering under breath: "Much later.")
BTW, the message boards are open and functioning under the "SHS 75 Forums" link on the left. Start your own topics. No having to write your name or enter security codes.
Wow, I didn't know you guys were going to upload our highschool pictures. No wonder I never went to the prom!! It's great to hear stories that bring back great memories.
I am writing to express my profusely teary eyed reaction to the wonderful Lincoln School photo. And why am I teary eyed? Glad you asked. I went to Roosevelt Elementary School, in East Summit, with all the rest of the poor kids/impending criminals and total luzers. Posting our class (inmates) picture would only invoke more pain and sorrow, as so many of us have either been killed in gun battles or are still in da big house with no hope of parole. I am proud, however, to report that I think I could identify most of my classmates, like Leonard Melni, not by name, but by State ID number. But I am not bitter at our plight, and I am happy for all those law abiding, God fearing Lincoln School kids who are living the good life. I hope to be free someday too, after I can convince the NJ Parole Board that I am truly sorrying for being a serial liquor store robber (I had a thing for twist top peach flavored Muskatel, which is my libation of choice). Perhaps that Lincoln School alumni, Peter Laughlin (now a scummy lawyer) will do a few moments of pro bono work and get me outa da big house. I can be reached at tony.pannella@RahwayStatePrison.com for those of you who miss me.
Tony,
I read your teary eyed response with a heavy heart. Had I only known you were doing time in the penitentiary I could have pulled some strings at the highest levels of government. After all, my blue blood Lincoln School connections have landed me every music gig I ever got, from the back woods hick joints in Texas to the high profile Ramada Inn gigs in Alexandria Louisiana. But I must say I'm sorry you feel that way about privaledge. Us Lincoln School kids are so misunderstood. Most of us have spent time at the Betty Ford Clinic for debilitating delusions of grandeur. Between Willy Wilson envy and a complete inability to relate to our fellow Americans, being a Lincoln Schooler has been no picnic. In fact it has been a rough life for the lot of us and I think I can speak for all of us when I tell you that fame and fortune is not all it's cracked up to be. No, consider yourself lucky indeed you did not attend Lincoln School. Your present internment notwithstanding. - Respectfully, Bruce.
We have heard the sad news of the loss of several classmates and plan to honor them at the reunion. I'd rather not list classmates on this blog, however. It would be nice for us to have an In Memoriam link and we'll work on that idea as we continue to build the web site.
We need to be careful not to list the name of someone who is still with us, for example, Peter Laughlin, who looks deceased, but is rumored to be around somewhere.
I would ask you all kindly not make fun of me when they wheel me into the reunion party on a gurney. Just stick me over in the corner and tilt me up like Hannibal Lector.
On Spouses...Terry. My family, being music lovers, knew of the Carlinis. I'm pretty sure my sister took piano lessons with John's mom. I remember my mom telling me of John's successes. I was in Houston and she figured I'd be interested to know that someone local had done so well. I enjoyed visiting John's website. Very impressive. I was surprised to see he had gravitated to Blue Grass. When I used to tour with Jimmy Messina we used to listen to Flat and Scruggs and others on the tour bus. Who knows, I might have even been listening to John! That music always makes me feel happy. Great memories. I don't have much of that music in my music collection, save for Alison Krauss & Union Station. I got to sing with Alison on Leno. Great experience. Tell John the Atkinsons are fans of the Carlinis and I am now a fan of his. And you...I see you made a wise decision and married a musician. I'd like to take credit for breaking the ice and paving the way. If it hadn't been for our one day 5th grade fling in the cafeteria you might never have recognized true love. PS I'll be John played with his milk carton in 5th. Come to think of it, I guess he was playing "The Auctioneer" and "Hound Dog" on the guitar while I was playing with my milk carton. - Best to you both.
Well I remember the names of eighteen of my classmates in this photo. The lawn king included. Don and John were both the ;Lawn Kings. I am glad that I was a well behaved fifth grader. Dennis
Yes, the face of an angel. But we know better. Can you still fit under a mailbox? I don't think I can high jump any hedges anymore. (our first juvenile arrest in 7th grade - crime? - sneaking out past our curfew to go see Carol Graef and ????? The parents were not happy when their phone rang at 2am!
OK, who remembers who was dating (going steady with) who in elementary school. Can we even remember? Ah, those first steps. Terry, I do seem to remember you and I went steady for a day in 5th - not even. Strange the memories you have. I remember (that day) we were in the cafeteria and I was reinventing my milk carton in some manner. You sat there and watched for a while, not amused and after a while said something to the effect of "You really like to play with things hunh?" That was the end of that. At such a young age we instinctively understood the more mature concepts of compatibility. No need to waste time in the wrong relationship. One day? That'll do just fine. To this day I think it's the shortest relationship I've ever had. Well that may not be entirely true... I remember chasing Toni Christ around one afternoon after school (totally out of character) determined to get her to take my ID bracelet. She finally acquiesced just to get me to go away. That one didn't last very long either if memory serves.
On the Brayton School side, Chuck Wiebe went steady with Marieclaire Odell. I want to say Jim Flanagan went steady with Sarah McNear, but maybe each went steady with someone else. Now I want to say Jim Flanagan and Chris Roller. I certainly wanted to go steady with Sarah McNear, however. I remember a dream I had about her in 5th or 6th grade. She appeared before me naked, knock-kneed, and wearing penny loafers. Nothing else happened because I was not too clear on what was supposed to happen.
The going-steady crowd used to traipse to Elephant's Grave to make out back in 4th or 5th grade. I used to tag along mainly because I was pals with Chuck, even though I had no one to make out with. We had to get out of there well before dark, however, because rumor had it that the "hoods" came there at night with their girlfriends.
Making out in 4th and 5th grade, huh? I missed out on that scene entirely. Must have been too busy trying to make it all the way around Deafy Lee Pond, which was no easy feat back in those days. Invariably we'd get lost in the woods. Now that neighborhood is full of houses. Bummer.
Man, the Brayton School gang was ahead of it's time. I don't remember making out in 4th and 5th, unless, again, there was stuff going on behind my back. I was frightfully naive back then. Other than Melanie Wall nailing me in the 3rd grade, my first kiss was Penny Diehl (sp?) in 6th. I think we werer playing manhunt (remember that?) at Beth Maher's house and the object was to find your girlfriend (who made herself easy to find) and go off in the bushes somewhere and makeout). I remember sitting in the bushes with Penny. We just looked at each other, neither one making a move - scared to death. Making out in earnest began in 7th for me. Many parties in the basement with red light bulbs listening to CSN. Good memories.
Seeing Terry here (hi, Terry!) and then you mentioning Beth Maher and Toni Crist reminds me of what a power trio those three were in seventh grade. Our Charlie's Angels. The three of them always hanging together drove us newly pubescent boys wild.
Playing manhunt with the Kenyon boys and the rest of the neighborhood, sure. Anyone remember getting a pink belly? Isn't that what it was called when you were held down and your stomach was slapped silly? I remember being the recipient of a pink belly and my stomach was fiery red for days. Didn't we all run around in packs trying to catch lightning bugs, too? How about some country club swim team memories and playing Line Tag or Marco Polo until your toes and fingers were shriveled up because you were in the water for hours on end?
I was on the Clearwater swim club swim team when I was 6 for an entire 10 minutes. I'll never forget this because I remember a practice relay race in which I could barely swim the length of the pool without drowning, and the guy at the other end slipped off the block and dived smack dab into the middle of my back driving me under when I was on my last breath and I damn near drowned! The lifeguard fished me out, and that was it for me and swim teams til 3 years ago when I got into Masters swimming which I really enjoy a lot! I wish I hadn't let what happened when I was 6 scare me away from competitive swimming for more than 40 years because its a tremendous sport that you can do your whole life being so easy on the joints. The oldest person in my Masters swim club is 86 and he still competes in the meets! I hope I still am when I'm his age. Is there anyone else on here who remembers Clearwater Swim Club? I have lots of great memories of that place, the watrer was a wonderful temperature being from Artesian wells, and I remember playing countless games of "Marco Polo" in the deep end, and spending hours there in the summer. I also remember sneaking in at night one time our senior year with a handful of other people, and the thrill of possibly getting caught by the police made it a lot of fun! I also remember sneaking in to Commonwealth Water Companies Reservoir to go fishing and being chased by security guards! We used bolt cutters to cut a hole in the fence, and we put the cutout part of fence back like it had never been cut. Just as the security guard thought he had use nailed, we burst through it to maintain our freedom! I also remember this one kid whose dad was a cop. He had a bunch of fishing tackle that his dad had confiscated from other kids who'd snuck into the Rez. The group I was with got really pissed off at him and wouldn't stop razzing him til he left. Anyone remember Tom Pedler and his infamous tree house down by the River? He kept stolen goods in it and had tapped the high tension power liine from Jersey Central Power and Light to have power for his elevator that got him up and down the tree and into the thing. He heaved a rock at me, I heaved one back and broke his jaw, cheekbone and eye socket. When he got out of the hospital he tried to kill me with his car, and used to ride by our house with a bullhorn yelling insults. I lashed a dead carp to the underside of his muffler with baling wire so it would stink like hell from the heat from the muffler which caused it to decompose to retaliate after he stole my bicycle and my brothers. How the hell did any of us ever survive those years???
Lincoln School - I seem to recall hearing John Combias was going to give me his ID bracelet but then he decided to give it to Holly Penwell instead. What a crusher. There is a funny story about Mom and Peter finding out about John. They pulled into his driveway to have a conversation with his parents over his intentions!!!. I was in the backseat of the station wagon (remember those?) and had managed to crawl underneath the driver's seat in complete mortification and horror. Alas, they were just teasing me and we drove home. Ah, the memories of youth!!!
The Lawn King John Colton is correct! Betsy________, Dennis Hart Terry Triolo, Craig______, Mimi Allerton, He was so smart, Madeline Calabrese ________, Susan Roessle Debbie Lipscomb, ___________, Peggy Henricksen, Jim "jimby" Johnson, Melanie Wall Very deep voice, Lynn__________, Shep Davis, Sydney Green, Don Moriarty Liz Rice, Sarah Barnes, Sheri_______, Kathy Lovett
It's all a facade. I'm at heart quite irresponsible and immature. Well, certainly immature. What almost 52 year old dad would tell his three year old son that he's getting poopy on a stick in his lunch box?
Hi Scott- I actually do have some photos from when we were in Washington School, but I'll have to scan them to upload them. I have one of you and I in my parents stationwagon when we were about 8 years old the summer we went up to Camp Wawayanda in the Catskills. I have the one of our 6th grade class at Washington School and some others from when we were that age. Thats great to see you're doing well. Any idea how Tom Kelly is or where he is now? My brother Rob died in December. Was quite a shock, he was only 63, but an aneurism nailed him. I hope your brother and sister are doing well. Are either of your parents still kickin'? Mine both died, dad in '92, mom in 2001. Mom fell asleep at the wheel of a car and barrelled into a tree. She lived 4 years past that after coming out of a coma that she was in for a year, but never walked again. When I get a chance, I'll scan some of the old photos to upload here.
Hi John- I look forward to seeing the old photos. i probably have some in the attic, but wouldn't even know where to look for them, cleaning out is on my "to-do" list this spring. Both of my parents have passed. Mom 4 years ago after a stroke and alzheimer's disease and Dad just before christmas of this past year( he had been in a nursing home for 2 years) Todd and Wendy are fine. How's Steve and Doug? Great to see that you are doing well. last i heard Tom Kelly was a shop teacher somewhere here in Jersey. Regards,
Peter, please upgrade these pictures to only be of girls in our high school class, preferably naked. You know, I am sure you still have that box with all those pictures in it. Thanks so much. I think we could still name most of them on that basis. TP
I never hooked up with anyone at SHS, but the summer I turned 16 I hooked up with someone on a YMCA canoe trip in the Adirondacks. She was a cheerleader from Long Island and she seduced me by urging me to paddle like hell to get to an island in the middle of this lake hinting strongly that if we got enough head start it just might be my lucky day! She didn't have to ask me twice, could have pulled a waterskiier! It was an idyllic first time in a sunbeam, on a thick bed of pine needles on top of an unzipped sleeping bag. When our canoe hit the beach, we ran like we'd been zapped by cattle prods to find a good trysting place. We went for it like a couple of crazed drooling minks on steroids and had about 40 minutes during which we each came volcanically like a couple of spastic twitchin' fire hydrants that had been smashed open with some sorta cosmic sledge hammers- til we heard the sound of the other canoes coming closer, whereupon we threw our clothes back on and had these huge ear splitting shit eating grins on our faces! The female counselor was reading us like a couple of open books and gave us major shit, telling us never to go off like that again by ourselves. The night that happened though, a damn tree fell on me in a tornado and smashed the shit outa me. Was givin' a choice to come back or not while out of my body, but that was an easy choice, I wanted MORE of that hot lucious sugar! I was in a body cast and was lucky to graduate with our class because I missed the first half year of our Junior year and had to be tutored at home. The virgin sturgeon needs no urgin' (;->)
Oh no, is this a true confessions web site? Yikes ... can I plead the fifth? (We sure seem to have plenty of lawyers in our class, not that there's anything wrong with that!!)
The great thing about marriage after 50 is that your gradually waning hormone levels assure a greater likelihood of chastity. Although John Hammell might have something to say about that. I can now listen to what a woman is saying to me without breaking out in a cold sweat.
Re waning hormone levels- I started taking bioidentical testosterone 6 months ago after reading Suzanne Somers excellent book "Ageless- the Naked Truth About Bioidentical Hormones" and its an amazing feeling to once again feel the same outrageous energy levels as I remember from early 20s! I just got engaged to a 37 year old who is the woman of my dreams. (I've never been married) and am very happy! We want to have kids. One of my clients is the Life Extension Foundation www.lef.org and I have learned ways to slow, even reverse the aging process, but its not hard and anyone can do the same things! Am hoping to live over 100 and be in good health, so I'd like to issue a challenge: lets see who's still kickin' in another 30 years! What I like best about this is I had a lot of serious health problems when I was younger, a tree fell on me in a tornado when I was 16 and I was lucky not to buy the farm then- then I was driven from college by schizophrenia and recovered 30 years ago via orthomolecular medicine, a suppressed alternative medical treatment involving vitamins- see http://iahf.com/on_the_back_wards.html I met my wife to be via her surfing onto my personal story while searching for help for her brother, so I'm very glad I put it into cyberspace! Good things come to those who waiteth, as long as those who waiteth worketh like hell while they waiteth! Will be fun to come to this reunion!
I have been married for 25 years, but I know my bride has been praying for and actively cherishing the notion of my death for no less than 23 of them. So maybe this makes 2 then. In any event, if I disappear unexpectedly, thank God the 6 people on this website will know the truth.
Thank you to Terry, Bruce, and Dennis. Also to an anonymous source who identified all but one in the above photo. The spelling of some names may be incorrect, but here we are:
Left to Right, Top to Bottom
1. John Colton, Betsy ___________ , Dennis Hart
2. Terry Triolo, Craig Sherman, Mimi Allerton,
Chipper Ward, Madeline Calabrese
3. Todd Reynolds, Susan Roessle
4. Debbie Lipscomb, Mark Wojeck,
Peggy Hendricksen, Jimby Johnson, Melanie Wall
5. John Haley, Lynn Kraskauf, Shep Davis,
Sydney Green, Don Moriarty
6. Liz Rice, Sarah Barnes, Sherry Sellers, Kathy Lovett
2010
Senior Week C...
2009
OK, this is for bonus points. Who was it that mooned Cousin Brucie?
Don Moriarty mooned Cousin Brucie! Thanks for all you did to make the reunion happen Matt.
I remember riding bikes with Debbie Paessler to the progressive dinner at John Combias' house. After we picked my sister up at the airport Debbie and I went to Don Moriarty's party. The night in the courtyard was this same night, which was the night before we graduated. In my scrapbook (which is where I had the calendar) I have a list of who spent the night. I wrote we "ran from the police, hiked the wall, wandered around in the rain and froze to death." Doesn't that sound fun?!! I have no idea what I told my mother for why I wouldn't be home that night. The next morning we used the home ec dryer to dry our sopping wet clothes.