Pat Chesser

Bribery works.. 11 years and counting.

B.S. Univ. of Florida; Gainesville
MBA- GA State University.; Atlanta

Sandy Springs (Atlanta), GA.

Spent far too time accumulating a couple of degrees in Gainesville- one completely useless, the other instrumental to setting my table. How my parents didn't cut me off earlier I'll never know. I took a job in Atlanta in 1996 after graduation, choosing GA over our native state.

I met my wife Holly on my first project building a private school in Sandy Springs. She was part of this lovely new pledge class of incoming teachers; I stalked her relentlessly and she finally caved. We were married in 1998 and she hasn't fired me yet. Since then we have raised 2 girls together and built our respective careers and have had a great time doing it. Showing my age, we drove our older daughter up to college over Labor Day. This half empty-nest is a bittersweet thing. I miss that little smart-ass tremendously.. She's a special kid.

I remember the morning of the SAT I was told I had to take this test called the SAT. I wasn't entirely sure what that entailed, but I was certain it wasn't nearly as important as that jungle juice party on the beach at Colonel's Point scheduled for that afternoon. Christmas-treeing that exam to get a head start on that party was probably not a wise idea.

I remember trying out for soccer in high top white cleats leftover from Ruckel football. Apparently you don't play soccer in white cleats. Or high tops..

I remember filming a movie for Mrs. Schmidt's psychology class. DSI (Bluewater security) didn't think our movie was very funny. They knocked on my door with Niceville's Finest in tow to express their displeasure.

I remember throwing a party at my parents house the night before our senior trip. The sight of my front yard was one to behold: complete with Cary Wiggins's car parked awkwardly in the front yard, garbage cans floating in the pool, a missing basketball rim, and 12-oz cans as far as the eye could see. I assume it was a fun party. I will say the long, claustrophobic bus ride to Orlando and the smell of bathroom chemicals do nothing positive for a hangover.

Other than these 4 things there's really not much I remember.

My parents are still there and seem to enjoy the hell out of themselves on Rocky Bayou now that their 4 high-maintenance kids have beat it. We get down there for a long weekend 2-3 times a year. Not nearly enough.

As much as I can. They are fine Americans. Lucky to have a few in ATL. Someone please tell Taylor Morton to move down to civilization. I miss that barbarian.

Should stay mum if I have any designs of public office. And with high school mullet photos floating around in cyberspace, I have no real designs on public office.

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