Alan Krueth

Yes

Hill Wood Products

Dog, springer spaniel "Little Lady", abandoned at Cabela's in Owatonna, subsequently recovered by us and brought on board.

Got a second dog, D.O.G. (pronounced Dee oh jee), just like it's spelled... black lab & dunno what else, pup is what they referred to as the "excitable boy" in song...

Tried some wild gamefish (sunnies) in a small aquarium, along w/ crawfish and snails... went for a while, but something flipped the pH in the tank, or something... everything died all at once... so now we've more traditional fare in the tank- neons and ghost shrimp, so far so good...

Limit of eight thousand characters, eh? Meh- I can fill that up easy. I type at around forty characters per ... no no no... forty words per minute, give or take. That, and I'm a chatterbox at times...

On a more serious note- general comments... I only recently found this site, thank you Rob Aho, and am looking forward to the 20th anniversary of the Revolution. See you there!

What pops to mind... writing back and forth with Wendy Petersen in Johnny I's "Theory of Knowledge" class... spending time with Shelly Nori in small engines class... listening to Jay Koski's sound effects whenever he graced us with such music... Two words, one man: Sean Goodwin.

Ralph Haubrich, wherever you are- still the man. Dunno what sparks me to write about you here, either, hey... subconscious works in odd ways.

Hours and hours in a chlorine bath with some of the best people around: the Mesabi East Boy's Swim Team, from '86 to '89. All o' youse.

Learning more about the wretched few, the ones overlooked, often times sneered at, or teased and cast out as outcasts: Allen DelCaro, you're a close friend and confidant.

Umm... many memories too numerous to recall here and now- I'll jabber as I recall 'em and find some time to put 'em down herein.

Alan

Breaking up with ... it still hurts. Ahh well, learned lessons, love life, still movin' still breathin' and moving FORWARD.

John Issacson