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At the last reunion Ricky Morris asked "Who the hell are you" and Chillone didn't remember me either, even though we looked like twins back in 1966. So, I thought I'd reintroduce myself...
I never thought I'd leave Abington Heights to go to Philips Exeter Academy. I loved Abington Heights and all my friends. Sophomore year was great for me - I was class president, palyed Apollo in the class play, Apollo of Bellac, and started dating Marge Mulford - someone I had dreamed about since I first saw her in 4th grade! But certain events made going to Exeter both a necessity and also a wise choice.
I went to Bucknell, got a degree in Physiological Psychology and a minor in German and then received a Masters Degree in Educational Psychology. Although I wasn't much of an athlete in high school, I wrestled at Bucknell and then was a founding member of the Bucknell Rubgy club. After Bucknell, I spent two years in Europe, learning about my roots since my parents were immigrants from Germany and Austria. I studied at the University of Heidelberg, worked at various jobs, and started on the German University National Championship Rugby Team.
Although I thought about staying in Europe, home had to be with my family and friends. So, I returned to Lewisburg where I worked as a school psychologist and taught at Bucknell. While I was deciding between law school and a PhD program in Ed Psych I decided to stay in Lewisburg and become a portrait photographer. Looking back, the decision made sense - people have always fascinated me, I love art, and I can make good business decisions. Lewisburg also reminded me of Clarks Summit. I married, raised two great kids, and developed a regionally well known photography studio, while also investing in commercial real estate.
Doug Albert and Danny and Peggy Day made sure that I attended our last reunion. Fate would have it that I would turn around and see Marge Mulford for the first time since 1970. I still remembered her phone number, birthday, and everything else about her. Nothing stopped us this time.
Although I didn't graduate from Abington Heights, my thoughts and my heart have always been with my AH classmates. Attending the last reunion didn't just reaquaint me with Marge, it also taught me that there is nothing better than solid friendships that share roots. Although some of us were balder, grayer, and somewhat stouter, it was just like coming home. You guys are the best.