Yahoo logo for Class of '66
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He was my homeroom teacher my senior year. (I think it was senior year, that's a little hazy.) I just remember he was one of the few teachers who I thought of as relatively young.
Guys like Byron Windoft were, well, ancient. And Pauline Cook. Jaysus, don't go there.
In the meantime, Randy Carlson has let me know the names of the two, tall gorgeous blonde candy dispensers (Val and Vicki Morris) whose names I couldn't come up with when I was waxing poetic about Mallo Cups and how I was afraid to go up to the window when they were working. They're probably both grandmothers now - gorgeous grandmas...
So while I'm wandering down that lane again, does anyone know what every happened to Sandra Carlson (aka Sandy) from the Class of '67? I've tried Classmates.com in the past, emailing some of her classmates but come up empty. She had an older sister, Cindy (Class of '64).
Sometimes the nostalgia actually gets to be a little too much for me and I remind myself that my philosophy is to look forward, not back. Lot of scary stuff back there, as well as those fond memories.
But as I was writing a short piece some time ago (for the book I hope to someday publish, though I think it's becoming more of a therapy project) I was laughing so hard my wife came in to check on me. It was about an episode of a group of Class of '66 miscreants 'sleeping out' at Randy Carlson's house, but actually wandering the streets, ending up at Linda
Anderson's house, only to be discovered by her dad Fred.
We ran like frightened gazelles through the backyards of Webster Street until we hit Sue Post's house where they had been playing croquet, the wire hoops still set up.
Ever hit one of those babies running full tilt?
Anyway, while you ponder 10 or 12 of us sprawled on the lawn, think about joining the Yahoo discussion group if you are not a member.
I sometimes migrate some of that discussion in this space, but more often not.
The url is:http://groups.yahoo.com/group/swcs66/
Or you can simply click on the button on the list of links.
Today's song?
Sunday Will Never Be The Same
by Spanky and Our Gang
by Spanky and Our Gang
I remember Sunday morning
I would meet him at the park
We'd walk together hand in hand
'Til it was almost dark
Now I wake up Sunday morning
Walk across the way to find
Nobody waiting for me
Sunday's just another day
Sunday will never be the same
I've lost my Sunday-song,
He'll not be back again
Sunny afternoons that make me
Feel so warm inside
Have turned as cold and grey as ashes
As I feel the embers die
No longer can I walk these paths
For they have changed
I must be on, the sun is gone
And I think it's gonna rain
Sunday will never be the same
I've lost my Sunday-song
He'll not be back again
I remember children
Feeding flocks of pigeons
I remember sunshine
And you were mine
Sunday will never be the same
I've lost my Sunday song,
He'll not be back again [...fade]
I would meet him at the park
We'd walk together hand in hand
'Til it was almost dark
Now I wake up Sunday morning
Walk across the way to find
Nobody waiting for me
Sunday's just another day
Sunday will never be the same
I've lost my Sunday-song,
He'll not be back again
Sunny afternoons that make me
Feel so warm inside
Have turned as cold and grey as ashes
As I feel the embers die
No longer can I walk these paths
For they have changed
I must be on, the sun is gone
And I think it's gonna rain
Sunday will never be the same
I've lost my Sunday-song
He'll not be back again
I remember children
Feeding flocks of pigeons
I remember sunshine
And you were mine
Sunday will never be the same
I've lost my Sunday song,
He'll not be back again [...fade]
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