I know I never went to WV (except for district band practice and concerts and some very forgettable sports disasters), but my memories of Mountain View classmates and events are strangely stronger then my years at Ike. Especially the hillside pinecone and camelback wars. Or sledding down in the winter time. Mr. Packards' habit of rolling his eyes up when he was trying to remember something. Mr. Nordstadts' cigarette & coffee breath which stopped me from asking him questions. Plus his constant jingling of his keys and change in his pockets. Which of his eyes was really looking at you? Mrs. Ketchums' Shredded Wheat and Ketchup lunches (and let's not forget her mad piano skills! Come back Mrs. Mason)! Who was the kid who didn't want to play red rover, so he climbed to the top of the slide, fell off, and broke his arm? Mrs Majors ability to break bones (fortunately, only her own). Being taller then Mrs. Chambers by the 2nd grade. Ground hornets on the elementary playground. Santas' 'rocket sled' getting hung up above the audience. Playing tag around the special ed trailer and running into Joey Gardner (He lost 3 teeth and got a bloody nose while I barely felt it. Hard head or numbskull?). 6th grade conservation camp where Peewee hit me in the back of the head with a 2x2 stick from the end of one of the cots. I turned around unfazed and calmly asked him, "why?" With a scared look in his eyes (was he wondering, 'how hard do I have to hit this guy to drop him?') he said the counselors had told him to quit bugging them and do something else, so this was the something else. Then on a hike, Andy tried to get my attention by throwing a rock at me. Got me on the back of the skull! I still was fine except for the bloody wound. What did you want, Andy? Ah good times, good times. See my site @ ike78.com