La Canada High School
Class of 1975
Bonnie MacKinnon MacKinnon
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I knew Steve, which is to say I knew who he was. I didn't talk to him once during my years in High School. We once exchanged smiles in Mrs. Piper's Spanish class, but that was it. (Mrs. Piper loved Steve, you could tell).
I'm surprised that more people haven't submitted comments about Steve. As far as I could tell, everyone adored him. He seemed to be a calming, welcoming presence on campus. I remember watching him from the bridge among the cliques of students below, him standing there, among a small group of women, smiling, not talking, and just being the gentle giant that he was.
I had no idea Steve was fighting cancer. All I knew was that he was absent from school for weeks, and then returned with curly hair. I thought, "Well, OK. If that's what you want, but I liked your former hair style better." Little did I know... Then Steve passed away. I remember there being a heaviness, a cloak of quiet reflection and sorrow that weighed on everyone when we heard the news that Steve was no longer with us. I really feel for his parents (who, at this time, are probably with him). How tragic to lose such a wonderful son. And how tragic for all of us, the class of '75, to lose a beloved classmate.
Posted on: Sep 11, 2024 at 8:44 AM
A shout out to Mario! .... by far, the most outstanding athlete at La Canada High in our day! Congrats, Mario, on your still-active sports life! (Wow, you still have knees?!) See you on the golf course at Del Webb in 20 years!
Happy Birthday, Bob! I'm so glad you traded in all your motorcycles for Porsches! Maybe now you'll make it to your 66th birthday! Party on, Wayne! Party on, Garth!
Posted on: Nov 30, 2018 at 4:33 AM
Posted on: Aug 10, 2015 at 6:25 PM
Bob was the first person to show me how to ride a motorcycle. He was, you'll remember, fully into cars and motorcycles, and he took Tina Gull and me up to a clearing in the Angeles Crest Mountains, and it was there I learned the downshift 1, upshift 2,3,4, and the touch of the clutch. It was So much fun.... Another Bob story.... Bob came to my rescue after I crashed my brother Scott's Camero on the Woodleigh S's one Friday night. He was working at a Standard station, I believe, on Foothill Blvd. That was a night to remember for many reasons. I shudder when I think about what could have happened to me and Terrill Webb and Laurie Phillips that night. If we were just a foot or two to the right, I wouldn't be writing this right now. What an idiot I was. We took the limping, broken Camero to the Standard gas station, and for the next few weeks, I worked at the station, paying off the repair bill. Unfortunately, that Camero was never the same. I destroyed it. I still feel bad about it. But Bob got me out of a truly bad predicament. That Camero was buried in the jungle behind a fence off the road, and he got it out, so we could proceed to the next problem. Oh, yeah! Youth!!