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Dave Keliher

Profile Updated: April 7, 2019
Dave Keliher
Class Year:
Residing In:
Los Angeles, CA
still a survivor
Yes! Attending Reunion
Martial Status:



kyoko and max

What did you want to do or think you were going to do when you finished high school:

Tour with Iggy Pop. Okay. That's not true. I went to an Iggy Pop concert wearing a tweed jacket and tie. When I arrived I found I was a bit overdressed. I had left my piercings and tats at home. And then the beer bottles started flying over my head toward the stage I also regretted not bringing my helmet.

Still have family around Dearborn Heights:


Which Classmates are you still in touch with:


Did you have any nicknames in school:

Okay. Mr. Fritz called me Sally in 7th grade. That was okay because Johnny Cash wrote about a boy named Sue and that's a nice name. But when other kids started calling me Sally...hey, it was the early 70s and it didn't seem like a good idea. Today, it's a different world (sort of) and some things have gotten better. But not enough.

What are your favorite memories of high school:

There are so many. Where to begin?

Favorite Teacher(s):

Mr. Constantine. Joyce Wright. Jan Penney, Margaret Ziobro, John Kleinfelter...

My Secret Crush:

Brenda Hasse and then Francie Ramsey. But don't tell Brenda.

What street(s) did you live on in the Heights:


My Siblings:

(That was enough.)

What other schools did you attend in Dearborn Heights:


Biggest thing you would do differently if you went back to your time at CHS:

I would have hung around Frank Merlino more often, though this would have not made him happy. And I would have put down my budweisers and wandered into the computer lab and asked Larry Schenkel what was a computer.

What are your worst memories of high school:

Nothing to see here.
Move along.

Anything else we should know:

Where Does Time Go?, second book and
I'm Not An Actor (I Just Play One On TV) Kindle Edition or Amazon (first book)
by dave e. keliher (Author) (Class of 1977)

This is the part of the story of my life. But there is more to it than that. I mean, like, there's things about me as a kid and as a teen and as twenty-year old. And since this description has to be at least 200 characters I just have to keep typing until I can stop. Like now.



Website Comments:

The first like below is a reading my of book Where Does Time Go?
The second link is a video I made of my dad, Grandpa Ganja, based on a book he wrote.

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Apr 07, 2019 at 11:21 AM
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Sep 24, 2018 at 12:48 PM

by the way, a while back I had the opportunity to read my book, Where Does Time Go? at Vroman's Bookstore in Pasadena. It's a short book. But a great book.
There's a link on youtube.

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Sep 24, 2018 at 1:01 PM

Posted on: Sep 24, 2018 at 12:46 PM

i posted a memory for Mark Reid but this site isn't set up to send notifications when you post on someone else's site. I don't know html well enough so it could take a lot of new code and links to make that happen and I don't want to create more work. I'm glad this site is here and I recommend sending in a few bucks to support it. (I believe I had to send a check. Perhaps there could be a link to send in donations to for support?) Anyway, here is what I wrote about Mark Reid:

On this quiet Sunday morning my mind has drifted to Mark Reid. I don’t know of anyone who did not like him and appreciate his sense of humor. He was a funny guy.

One of my best memories was in…I think it was 8thgrade. (Hey, it’s been a while.) We had to debate the pros and cons of smoking pot. I was given the honor of extolling its virtues and he had to demonize it.

On the morning of the debate I stopped outside the Dearborn Drive-in, out front where the sign was, and amongst the shrubs and whatever was growing there, smoked a joint with some friends. (I thought at the time it would give me insight and bolster my argument. It didn’t.)

I don’t remember the outcome of the debate. (Hey, I was high, what can I say?) But a few years later Mark and I would be sharing a joint at some party or other and I’m glad I got to know him and appreciate his love of Monty Python and more.