HBHS Class of 1959 65th Year Reunion In

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Disclaimer:  The following is not intended to represent the views of those in our class, but is a miscellaneous compilation, meant to be humorous and not offensive to anyone.  After all, it is especially important to keep one's sense of humor, and maintain the ability to laugh at one's self. Remember to keep on smilin'...it makes people wonder what you are thinking!

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We've come a long way, baby! 

 

 

 

Doug McGlone should have an advantage in playing this game!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
Play Solitaire 

 

 

  

 

   Biker bar in Florida

 

 

 

 

 

While sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist,
I noticed his DDS diploma, which bore his full name.

Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy
with the same name had been in my high school class some 40-odd years ago.
Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back then?
Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought.

This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face
 was way too old to have been my classmate.
 
After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had
 attended my high school.

"Yes.  Yes, I did he beamed with pride.

"When did you graduate?" I asked.

He answered, "In 1959.  Why do you ask?"

"You were in my class!"  I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely.  Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled,
fat ass, gray-haired, decrepit SOB asked, "What did you teach?"

 

 

 I WANT TO GO BACK TO THE TIME WHEN

Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo."
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming "do over!"

"Race issues" meant arguing about who ran the fastest.
Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "Monopoly."

Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening.
It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.

Being old referred to anyone over 20.
The net on a tennis court was the perfect height to play volleyball and rules didn't matter.

The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was "cooties".
It was magic when dad would "remove" his thumb.

It was unbelievable that dodgeball wasn't an Olympic event.
Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot.

Nobody was prettier than Mom.
Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.

It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" rides at the amusement park.
A foot of snow was a dream come true.

Abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare." Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30-minute ads for action figures.

No shopping trip was complete unless a new toy was brought home.
"Oly-oly-oxen-all-in-free" made perfect sense.

Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles. The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.

War was a card game.
Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.

Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.
Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin.

Ice cream was considered a basic food group.
Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.

If you can remember most or all of these, then you have had a great life.