Craig Bennett

June 2018 Update - We are not able to make the reunion. Hope everyone enjoyed last nights get-together. Hello from Alaska.


Old Stuff from 2008 - Connie and I got married in 79. She graduated in 1980.

We left Texas in 1980 and moved to Boncarbo, Colorado which is near Trinidad. From 1981-88 we lived in Colorado Springs where both kids were born.

Everywhere outside of Texas is different than Texas. We went to a bar one night and they wanted to see IDs. They wouldn't let Connie in because she was under 21. We promptly and proudly held up our wedding rings to show we were married. They looked at us like we were stupid! We were use to Texas were you could drink at any age as long as you were married.

1989-1991 we lived in Las Vegas, Nevada. It is hot there!

In 1992 we moved to Eagle River, Alaska. We do love it here. It is a lot like Texas in a way, independent and unique.

Connie still talks with a heavy Texas accent. We get asked all the time, "Where you from?" As if they didn't know already.

We seem to make it back to Texas on a regular basis. We love Jack In the Box tacos, Texas Bar-B-Q brisket and a trip to any Beer Joint, Dance Hall or Texas Honky Tonk.

Our poor kids are warped too. Allie came home from school one day wanting to know why we had a ice-box and all her friends have refrigerators. And why we use cream rinse instead of conditioner. My son, a college graduate informed me recently that use-to-cud was not a word. When we tell people we are fixin to go out, they think we have to repair the car first or something. I'm always being corrected on the way I pronounce warsh. As in "Where's the Warshateria?" Or "General George Warshington was our first president."

We are unable to make the reunion. Could someone please say hi for us?

I always liked morning time in the student parking lot. Smoking on the steps of the entrance waiting on the bell.

When Brian Herrington rode his motorcycle up the stairs, through the door down the hall and out the other side.

That crazy salt peter smoke bomb that smoked up the entire second floor and the flames that were shooting out of the locker where it was located.

Getting paddled by Mr. Morgan. Who was always nice to me when he wasn't disciplining me.

Going with Mr. Lemons (History) and the gang to "Warshington DC" and points in between. While on the trip Bruce Gay taught us to play what he called Montana Red Dog and we managed to lift a good amount of money from the other school, whoever they were. They were pissed.

Mrs. Roden's Distributive Education class where I ran in to Cheryl Hardin who was my girlfriend from elementary school (first-third). She wouldn't have anything to do with me, but introduced me to her sister, Connie.

Skipping pep rallies.

What was the English teachers name? Mrs Cowden or something? Cheating on the spelling test every Friday. Looking back, I shouldn't have done that. cuz i steel cant spel.