Bob Milfeld

LET ME MAKE IT CLEAR. I would like to have a party at my parent's FORMER house, but it is for sale. I do not think the present owners would like us to trash the place. Plus, the pool table and foosball tables are history.

I was sort of an enigma during high school days. When the varsity football team played at Hillsboro we were supposed to get spanked. I got up in front of all you deadbeats ready to get your asses kicked and started yelling out during calistentics, "Who we gonna beat?" All the players yelled out somewhat reluctantly, "Hillsboro!" I yelled, "How bad?" All the players yelled out, "Real bad" We tied Hillsboro 0-0 and I had an interception near our own goaline. My next venture will be motivational speaking.

I recall a Wayne's World sort of moment was when I was with Dan Dittmann, one of his hippy dippy friends from Arnold and Mike Doyle at the Pavillion in Crystal City by the Miss. River. A bolt of lightning hit about 50 feet away and split the tree in half. Dittmann and I just stood there and screamed at each other while the other two bolted for the car.