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Bruce Wilson
All concerned and those

Always good to start off with a little trivia quiz. So in line with the HJHS trend what kind of car did Mr. Falbe drive? Anwer below.
I do recall teaching Gary how to write with chalk and we shared our first cigarette together in the drain pipe that ran under First Ave at K St. Nasty habit, but everybody (with the help of Big Tobacco) was doing it . Anyway, as Bob Dylan used to say:
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do the Dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat instead
He’s a weird monkey, very funky
Funny thing about Ms. McCall, she ran right to me and we went down the Vogue for our first "date". Kind of a "went to the big apple, took a bite" Zen experience. Still remember it to this day.
I liked those double sessions because after a hard morning on the mean "paper route" streets of CV, I could go back home and get a little sleep before going to school.
Pete Vredenburgh was on the St. Rose little league team, I wonder if the way to John might be through him.
Schools today resemble forts, not the kind we used to build as kids. They are hard to get into and you have to register, though thankfully no literacy test is required. Michele and I were even challenged when we walked into the HHS grounds on the weekend. So George, call in advance if you want to see those photos.
Right across from the southwest corner of the junior high, the area used to flood when it rained. Long before they put a school in, Gary and I spent pretty much a whole day one time building a raft and floating around like Tom Baldwin and Huckleberry Wilson. Today we'd have to go down to (a very expensively built) City Hall and get a building permit.
The drain pipe on First is now gated up, can't even get a peek to see if will left any chalk hieroglyphics in there for posterity. Speaking of pipes, did I mention the 'Contemps' smoking them all the time. Nasty Habit, though everyone .... You'd think they would have shown a little contempt.
There was a drain that ran from "The Park" (nobody ever called it Memorial Park that can recall, but that may just be olted age memory failure) under La Bella to the other side. It had a huge metal grill that took two people to lift, so I never entered it, knowing how folks would think it was funny to trap somebody in there. I sent Baldwin in my stead. He may still be in there because he never called me like I told his brother Bruce (technically Brucie) to instruct him to do. Maybe John's stuck in there too.
I have discovered other ex-HHS down in that area and helped move 'em on into better circumstances. It was reminscent of "skeezixing down a slippery slope' without a Lanette.
Mr. Falbe drove a T-Bird. If you got this far, what year was it and what kind of hat did he wear?
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