Chris Taylor

twice married, twice divorced, twice blessed with two great kids

CHS:
many great teachers, esp. Robert Holliday, who taught me in the first World Lit class; this man should have been teaching at a university; we were lucky to have had him

the look of joy on Mr. Potter's face when he opened his desk drawer the last day of class before Christmas and found his present from his homeroom class: a bottle of good Kentucky bourbon

a great Senior class stunt

our senior football season

as a junior, coming in 2nd place in the First (and last) Annual Ugly Man Contest (Billy Mayfield won)

always being asked to be a cheerleader for the Tri-Hi-Y Powder Puff football games (impersonating a female had no effect on my later life, sweetheart...)

going to school with (what turned out to be) a lot of exceptional people; whouldathoughtit?


Abilene:
cruising Mack's all night on a dollar of gas, listening to KOMA Ok City or Wolfman Jack on XERF Villa Cunia

getting full eating at Taco Bueno for under a buck

the gravel pits

dates at the drive-ins (lotsa good memories there)

beer-stained memories of Cavalier parties in the country


Those were the days, my friends.