David Worsing Carlton

I became an international fugitive so I changed my last name to Carlton. The real story is not as glamourous so Ill stick with that one.

Just living the good life down in sunny California. As Springsteen used to say, "I was a big baseball player back in high school," but now I play the women's game - fastpitch softball. I could use a few pointers from Coach Kaz I think. There is no cross-dressing involved, I can assure you. That seems to occupy my summers pretty hard core.

I have traveled some too - more than I would have expected.

Dont think I havent forgotten about you framing me for "stealing" a book out of the NTHS library 20 years ago, Deron Martin... When its all over Ill be waiting for you... Heee

I still think the asshole from Fort Vancouver left early on the sac fly that beat us in extra innings playoffs in what would be my final game as a Ram. God dammit. I wish misfortune on that umpire. Alright I dont really. Dammit. I think I cried like I'd just seen Old Yeller.

Jeremy Holman's wrestling victory in PE over - who was it, Nate Decker? Maybe it was one of Decker's posse. That was one of the coolest things I ever saw. It was Rocky Balboa in person and proof that bullies sometimes have it comin. Good work on that man.

Any number of Mr. Booth stories - like betting Deron Martin homework if St Louis won a playoff game that night or not, or any number of ways he made me a better person.

Or how about Kevin Corbin setting Eric Lilja's hair on fire "by accident" in Mr. Booth's very classroom.

Mr. Miller's scowl - it was iconic but completely unrepresentative of a man who actually had a soft heart.

Cristine Ferry walking by my desk in Olson's math class. I glanced up and locked onto denim that burned forever into my memory. You could have sold jeans. Yes Cristine, I had a secret crush... We all had some secret crush.

Michelle, my true first love. I loved our time and still wouldnt change a thing. I hope you are well and have a view of Mt Rainier like you always wanted.

The fear I had before swimming and diving class. I hated it but I learned to swim, which has been a usefull skill. Mr Albe, actually leaping from the seat high-above the pool to save a guy from drowning during a routine class. I never saw Albe even once let his guard down.

Getting T-boned with Tri and Mark Rub in my 1971 green dodge Diplomat. Sorry about that guys, and Id like to thank the city of Detroit for producing that gas-guzling but strong-as-an-ox ride. I have to admit I never trusted other drivers that waved me trough ever again.

Im still waiting for "The Noses" world tour. Get the band back together fellas. You could do a remake of "summer of 69" and call it, well, "summer of 89."

Id like to have one of those shitty square pizzas and a stack of those fries dipped in a pile of that yellow goop. Man I miss that. I also miss $1.10 for lunch. Alright maybe $2.20 cause I ate two.

Getting chased by cops - even us scholars were sometimes avoiding the long arm of the law. Sorry about that still, House, and thanks for not turning me in.

Watching you football heroes on friday nights wishing I would have been tough enough to play but glad I had the wisdom to stick with baseball. You guys laid it all on the line and it was fun to watch.

Mrs Ebersole - oh Mrs Ebersole... another crush. Thanks for the spanish - it came in handy in Cabo just last year when a drunk guy thought I was dead while laying in a cozy grassy patch near town. I had to convince him I was alive before he attempted to steal my watch.

Tom Leahy, getting athlete of the week for the team's 1-0 win over somebody in soccer when I have the best 3 baseball games of my life hitting like .580 with 3 jacks (one of em a salami) as we crush Capitol, Centralia, and Timberline during the week. Alright, maybe the facts are misrepresented, but the bitterness is still there... Hehe, sorry Tom.

Mrs Dietrich for taking a subject I always hated and making it better than tolerable.

You know, we had some pretty damn good people in our gig.

It was all a blur wasnt it?