Marcus C. Schmitz

Feet. Athletic tape. That fun machine that makes your muscles jiggle. (Ask Tuck what that's called, I forgot.)

Wrestling ruled! Girls volleyball, basketball, and cross country because, in the words of the great Leon Phelps, "I do love the ladiesth".

Terrorizing Mr. Williams in drafting with my best partner-in-crime ever, Sergio Cervantes. Serg, where are you?!?!? We needed a therapeutic outlet for the sometimes oppressive black hole, a.k.a. the training room. Victor Nunez, you know what I'm talking about. We considered charging you rent. LOL

Mrs. Waters (known to me as Sra. Aguas) taught me that (at least with her) any of life's problems could be solved with a chocolate, honey-glazed donut. Oh, and that Republicans were bad...

Was I the only one NOT at the Loya party, the stuff of legends? Limited transportation as well as living on the dark side of the moon are my excuses for not being there. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. In any case, I've spent the last 20 years making up for it to the extent that I now manufacture hooch for a living.

Rather than further the family business as a bill collector in the waste management industry, I dreamt of being an aerodynamicist in Formula One. Instead, spent 18 years in air quality design engineering for hospitals and tech industry clean room environments.

Discovered new dream while on a semester abroad in France in 2000. Finished economics degree later that year. Realized my goal of becoming a winemaker in 2007. It's much more fulfilling enriching peoples' lives in this business than it ever was sitting in a cubicle...