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Steven Nielsen

A short story from Houston, Texas: September of 1964, Sue and I left Ogden Utah in a 1957 Ford V-8 convertable with three pretty good tires and one that was bald. I'd been looking for better work and Ron Hall and Carol Munson Hall told me Houston was booming; so off my little bride and I went. -- The sign on the two lane highway on the outskirts of Houston said welcome and the very moment  I read it the muffler of my car fell off. I could see it spinning around in the rear view mirror. --- Replete with a forest of tall buildings that are sitll a wonder - oil companies rule - downtown Houston resembled New York City and over the rumble of my engine we eventually found Ron and Carol Hall in some new apartments near the University of Houston. We lived with them for a month while Ron helped me get on where he worked driving a bread truck. You had to be 21 to get a commercial drivers license (I was 19) so I lied on the application (not proud of that) and went to work. Five in the morning until dark-thirty 6 days a week, while drinking beer, smoking my head off and going to the drag races held at Ellington Air Force Base on Sundays with Ron and Carol, was fun? but on November 25 1965, Susie presented me with a little baby boy named Patrick and made it time for some drastic changes in my life. -- I'd always loved fast cars and had a couple, but watching the Shelby Cobras, Chrysler 426 Hemi powered dragsters and the Rails sporting jet engines (and parachutes) had finally lost appeal and many prayers and blessings later I'm selling pharmaceuticals: (Maalox, Quaalude, Ananase, Ascriptin) calling on doctors and hospitals from Clear Lake City to Galveston and a second son was born. By then Ron Nielsen (no relation) (in 1962 Ron and I both owned 57' Cheys) and Karen Beck Nielsen had come to stay with us for a while before getting themselves an apartment. - We all got together with with Ron Hall and Carol who by then also had two kids and Karen Beck Nielsen was pregnant. - Must be the water down here - Hot shot Astronauts were driving their Corvette convertables all over the new streets of Clear Lake City and NASA was building buildings faster than the government could squeeze taxes from us Americans (what else is new) with all that happening, plus Oil and the burgeoning cancer and heart driven medical center, Houston and vacinity was in fact, and still is booming! --- I have lost touch with Ron and Karen Nielsen, (as a highway draftsman and engineer, Ron became a very successful businessman) they had two boys and last I heard had moved to Austin?? -- Ron Hall and Carol divorced and both remarried. Ron did very well in the food services industry and retired somewhere in Fort Worth. He's a neat guy and was always a good friend. I'm semi-retired and live in Tomball Texas. The town is named after Tom Ball... they are very creative down here in Texas - a little history of your Texas classmates.      

Tod Maltby

I've wondered what happened to Ron and Carol. I hope they are well.

Sometime in our Sophomore or Junior year Ron called me "Mole" one day. He says it just came out of his mouth without thinking. Soon, everyone was calling me "Mole" and by the time we graduated, more people knew me as "Mole" than by my real name. Especially kids from outside Ben Lomond.Remember whan all the kids would congregate in the BenLomond Lanes/Arctic Circle parking lot. One night the police even had the Fire Dept. hose us down with water cannons. At one of those gatherings the police were questioning kids trying to find an organizer. They didn't undersatnd there wasn't one; it was all spontaneous! While I was being questioned someone yelled at me from the crowd. The cop says: "so youre the Mole." I never asked him what that meant but I knew I had better watch my step.

Steve; if you haven't already done so, you should go to Battleship USS Texas in La Porte. It is an incredible thing. Battleships were like a small city on the ocean. The USS Texas served in all the major conflicts and just REEKS of history. Allow yourself plenty of time; I spent the whole day there. Here is a link to ther website: http://tpwd.texas.gov/state-parks/battleship-texas

The Museum of Fine Arts Houston (MFAH) has some great exhibits that are constantly changing as they exchange exhibits with other Museums. My ex-wife is a Curator there and I oftem come down for the opening of a new exhibit or to go fishing down at Palacios.

I wish more people would speak up on this website. I have many stories I would like to relate but i feel like i'm hogging all the attention.

Janet Harris (Eller)

Steve:  I have wondered about Carol Munson for a long time.  In fact, read post #14 on this forum and you will read one of my memories from our past which centers on Carol.  I still keep the wind bonnet which reminds me of her and will send it to her if you have contact info.  

I remember "dragging the Boulevard".  A bunch of girls in a car getting a coke at the Arctic Circle on the north end of town to see who's there and then driving through town to the south end of town to the drive-in whose name I can't remember to get a coke and see who's there.  One night, in the middle of town (I was driving my father's 1955 Plymouth) I saw a bunch of guys stopped at a red light ahead and decided it would be a good idea to just "bump" lightly into them.  Well, the bumpers locked and the guys jumped out, jumped onto one or other of the cars, unlocked the bumpers and drove off.  

On a serious note, I have decided to read the qu'ran for myself, just as I have read the Christian scriptures.  I believe that zealotry is not unique to Islam.  Over the centuries I think "god" and religion have been misused by men for political purposes and I think that is the case now.  

Again, my thanks to my classmates who make this site possible and who share stories.  Janet

Susan Stitzer (Ward)

Janet, fun to read your memories.  I think you might be referring to "Mason's"...home of the LimeRickey. I always tell my kids and grandkids about "Combies" and the day they started serving "Tater  Tots"  via the "Carhops".  I guess that was part of the sillyness of Napolian Dynamite and his "Tots" ! I guess alot of his jokes were things only a Utah person could relate to...like the "Lyger"...and I used to call people out on that one, saying I'd seen it at the zoo in Salt Lake as a kid. Of all the things I've lost, my memory doesn't seem to have been effected. I still remember names, dates, finite details and even smells connected to the  events. Sometimes I have a tendency to remember things about a person they don't remember themselves (that's trippy when they try to deny things)...maybe that makes up for wrinkles, sags, bags and  extra fluff I seem to have acquired. Oh well, better than the alternative, as they say!

Joy Fields (Wardleigh)

Hi Dan and all class mates,

It's really funny that just yesterday while I was getting ready for church there was a show on and they were talking about all of the sayings that we used to use daily.  I took time to make a list of a few of them, and they are Busy as a bee, open a can of worms, memory like an elephant, atracted to a flame like a moth, see it in a whole new light, sleep like a bear, quick like a bunny.  That is only a few that came up, however I was getting ready to leave.  Now to comment on that FANTASTIC story that you posted yesterday.  Saddle oxfords is the first comment.  My mother had a pair of saddle oxfords, in white and black, that would have been about 1928.  She and I went shopping in Salt Lake for some school cloths in 1961. I wanted some of those saddle shoes in tan and brown, she told me that I would hate them, I wined and she gave in.  I wore those shoes forever.  I loved them with those big bulky sox.  Moving right along (or time marches on) I took my son shopping for new dress shoes  in about 1993, (now we are in Modesto CA) he saw some brown and black saddle oxfords, and that's what he wanted.  What could I say but, yes of course.  Now to the present and full circle.  I was coming out of church about two weeks ago when I happened to see a young couple coming out had wha da ya know? He had on the black and white saddle oxfords just like the ones my Mom had back in the dark ages.  Some things just never go out of style.  Oh well, life is good.

I have another story about pulling the chain but that's for another day.  I do have people coming over in a couple of hours for a Pot Luck dinner and discussion, but that's even another story.  Hugs back at cha! JOY

Tod Maltby

AAH! Cruisin' the Boulevard! At the corner of Wall & Riverdale was and is Warren's Drive In. It was purchased by the Combe's in the '60s but the name stayed. They have since sold it but it is still Warren's. Everytime I drive by there i think it called Rusty's at one time but I guess I'm wrong. Mason's was 2 blocks further East on Riverdale Road. After a couple of trips thru town it was back to Combe's for a Pizza Burger.

Sue Stitzer: If i remember correctly your older brother (was it Jim?) was really into hot-rodding. Did he keep on with that?

Janet Harris; The Crusades, Germans killing Jews, Jews killing Palestinians, Northern Ireland, it never stops. Millions have gone to their death for Religion. Is it really about Holiness or is it about "Do as I Say?"

Tod Maltby

Dan:

I'm glad you remember Rusty's Drive In, reading their website they intimate it has always been "Warren's." I knew at one time it was "Rusty's."  I recall one night being there with Steve Rawson and went to that DJ booth and knocked on the door. The DJ that night was a good-looking guy that the girls were gaga over. I asked him to play the long version of "Light My Fire;" he said he would if I would do the intro. WOW; i was on the radio!

Going back to Mound Fort days, there was a donut shop across the street from the school , on the North East corner of 12th & Washington. I can't remember the name. At lunch time there would be so many kids packed inside you could hardly breathe.

Tod Maltby

You've got me waxing so nostalgic I just listened to "The Beach Boys Greatest Hits!"

Janet Harris (Eller)

Wow, yes.  Heaps Spudnut belonged to Gayle Heap's family and they were great.  That brings up another memory which includes Dan's favorite art teacher, Mr. Maan.  My best friend at Mound Fort was Janille Palmer.  One day in art class, she convinced me that when the class went to the cupboard to get our water color supplies, we should slip out and go over to the Spudnut and get a donut.  I went for it and I guess we thought Mr. Maan never knew because he never said anything.  I found out that he did when at the end of the term I got an "F" and a "U" on my report card.   Janille didn't go to Ben Lomond.  They moved to the other end of town and she went to Bonneville.

Remember that pharmacy across the street which was next to Combe's (which was owned by Keith Combe's family who married Marilyn Rhode.)?  We used to go over there after school and get corn nuts.  The guy behind the counter told us we sounded like pigs eating coal when we chewed on them.  Janet

Susan Stitzer (Ward)

The pharamacy was "Paul's Pharamacy".  We used to get our cinnamon toothpicks there, and when we were sick my mom used to get "Coke" syrup there for cough syrup. On the corner, in the old days was a soda fountain named "The White Cliffs of Dover". It was commonly called "Dovers" owner and run by the family of the same name. They had a soda fountain with stools at the counter.  There you could get a sasperilla or Lime Fizz or soda with real soda water squirted into it along the side of the glass. I remember one day being there with my mom and brother and hearing a terrible smashing sound...we dashed outside just in time to see the motorcycle rider who had hit a car, flip up and then hit the ground hard, his eyes rolled back in his head and then his Adam's apple bobbed and the poor fellow was gone. That was my first actual touch with death...very sobering to say the least. We never went back in to finish off those sodas.

Parry Willard

MASON'S DRIVE-IN, I remember it well--Riverdale Rd just west of Wall Ave.  I "flipped burgers" there during our senior year.  I think Hal Farr worked there after I did. It seemed like that parking lot was always full and had a steady flow of cars cruzing through just to see who else was there. My work clothes got so permeated with grease and cooking oil they would never come clean--my bedroom even smelled like "Mason's".  After I left there I couldn't eat another French fry for over 5 years--couldn't stand the smell. 

Driving home one night after closing at Mason's I passed a familiar looking Chevy outside the Harmon's Restaurant on Washington at about 13th Street.  I turned around to investigate and found Dennis Irving and Ferrine Wimmer inside cleaning floors. I knocked on the door and they let me in and we all kicked back, had some good laughs, and enjoyed KFC chicken and pie (compliments of Harmon's).  That became my regular mid-night stop off after work at Mason's for some pie and good laughs--didn't do much for my HS GPA however. (I guess the smell of KFC was better than the smell of French fries)

Ferron Wimmer

 Perry

To bad we aren't 17 again.That brought me many  memorries of that place. I remember,it well.It' good

to remember some of our good times

Ferron

Joy Fields (Wardleigh)

Hi Classmates,  I have been on the Remembering Ogden, Riverdale and beyond website and there are so many changes since I was there last.  One of the changes is where the Bon Marche was, also the new LDS temple.  I am interested to see all of them and especially 25th street.  From all of the pictures it looks real nice.  When I lived in Ogden that was a danger zone.  I would never go down there alone to two-bit street, and then only in the day time.  I see there has been a lot of changes in Ogden High School, the second best school in Ogden.   I will be in Ogden in just a few months to check out some of the old haunts, and visit family and friends.  Even though I am completely happy here in CA, home of my birth, there is still a special place in my heart for dear old Ogden.  After all my family history goes back to the mid 1800's when my great grand parents first arrived in Ogden.  That is also the place where my bones will be laid to rest in a few decades when the time comes.

Jerry Hill (Aka Davis)

Dan, Pauls Pharmacy last name is Muller. He graduated from Ogden High in 1940. Thank God for Google!!

Joy Fields (Wardleigh)

Good afternoon Dan and anyone who wants to read my chatter, I had to laugh about the tiles that you were so diligent in removing.  Several years ago my family had a reunion at the Snow Basin Lodge.  I believe it had been sold to the Air Force and we were one of the last one's to use it before the big remodeling job.  I remember the bar, but not any tiles.  They probably gave up on putting them back.  As for 25th street, maybe my Mom and Dad had put the fear of God in me just to keep me closer to home.  I used to just love take the bus with  friends and go shopping with all my worldly wealth, maybe even $5.00.  One night I went with a bunch of kids from the YWCA, dragging the BLVD. One of them said "let's go down RED LIGHT aley".  Like a dummy, I said yes, then after we had don it I found out what the red lights were for.

As I sit here exercising my fingers, my daughter is in the process of moving from Provo to Ogden.  She is really excited and calls me about every hour to keep me informed of the progress.  She should have her keys to her new home by now.

Yesterday I went to see Black or White, if you haven't seen it I highly reccommend it.  I especially enjoyed it because a couple of my nieces and a nephew are in mixed racial marriages.  Tolerance is something that we need more of as well as love sweet love.

Judi Lewis (McNally)

Just reading the memories of you all and had to tell Susan Stitzer that I was involved in Jone Pett's joyride to Salt Lake in Jone's dad's Cadillac.  I thought that caper would go to the grave with us perps.  Since Jone's mom is still alive  we may still get caught!

Ruth Young (Adams)

Thanks Judi  That gave me a chuckle and a memory.  Hey everybody.........     Remember at the end of our Sr. Year, the last few days when they didn't keep role?  Well for the first time EVER I decided skip.   So Madda and I took off in my Edsel.  Ha  who would EVER think that would be reccognized!  Well Mrs. Young the librarian saw us.  When I got home my folks were waiting for me.  Actually it wasn't so bad...seeing as how terribly strict they were.    All that to spend the day at Davis High  ....yup sitting in class with my cousin.  Wouldn't you think I could have come up with something more exciting???

Joy you made me laugh too.  I remember what we thought a scarry place 25th street was and  we also rode down red light Alley  Ha Ha Big adveture!!

Janet your acting adventures are of interest to me.  I always fantisized acout being an actress.  I pretended to be Betty Grable and my cousin was Linda Darnell

Those of you with military stories net to keep telling.  I have guilt feelings about being one of the many that had no idea what was going on..  To busy raising babies.   My cousin was in Siagon durring the Tet Offensive.

She worked as a Govt. Contractor and eventually married a Pilot

It's so nice to hear everyones stories.    I don't have many but if you will I will

Donna Harbertson (Persinger)

Hi  again, I have just caught up on the latest forum comments which I really enjoy and of course all the memories brought back memories of my own.  I went to St. George the week of the 15th and the weather was the best I have ever seen down there.  I went with Sharyl Harbertson McHugh and Pat Torman Nelson who are my best buds.  Sharyl is my cousin and so we have loved each other forever.  I met Pat at the school bus stop in the seventh grade after moving to El Rancho just above what used to be the old State Industrial School for bad boys.  We all became friends and have remaind so ever since.   Both Pat and Sharyl are widows and I consider myself lucky to still have my hubby, Charlie.  We did  drive home a day early from St. George because of the storm warnings.  Does this mean I too am aging because I did not want to drive home through a snow storm.  We have driven down and home from St. G. through snow storms before.  Maybe I am just being cautious.  Anyway St. G. was great and we will be coming back for a week next year.  Yes, I share all those memories you did.  I remember the donut shop across from Mound Fort Jr. and always considered Gayle Heaps one of my good friends in school.  My grandmother Steed who lived on 12th street, my mom, Darlene Steed, and my father Ray Harbertson and I all went to Mound Fort.  Tradition!  I was sad when it was torn down.  Weber High was just down the block and the first McDonalds built right across the street from Weber High.  When Pat, Sharyl, and I used to drag main street we went from 12th street to Mason's.  We all married and moved away, but whenever we came back and usually just two of us, but we got together and made the obligatory trip from 12th street to Mason's and back several times.  We all talked about it when we were in St. G.  How we would drive and sing the top songs and checked out who else was on the Vard.  Mason's is where I learned to love Lime Rickey's and I do remember them well.  I never knew that some of my classmates worked there flipping burgers.  Thanks for your hard work.  I ate many a burger there.  I also have  memories of the Hospital Drug across from the old Dee Hospital.  When I graduated from BLHS, I went to WSC as did lots of   you. I got a job typing for the math department part time to help pay my way in life (unfortunately the love of math did not seep into my veins by osmosis while working there).  The first year at WSC I made a friend, Jackie Miller, and she worked at the Dee Hospital part time and told me about a job there.  She helped me get that job.  I worked weekends and holidays and subbed whenever there was a need.  I loved that job and eventually quit school (shame on me) and I went full time at the old Dee.  I and my friends would frequently take our breaks and go have a Coke and sometimes lunch at the Hospital Drug.  When I first started at the Dee I would first go into the ER and they had a huge ledger in which I would organize all the patients who had come in since the previous day in chronological order and then write all the information about them in that ledger.  I loved New Years because theat meant that I was the first person to write in the ledger.  My how have times have changed.  I would sit in a little nook and write away for several hours.  It was so interesting and I made many good friends and saw and heard many happy things, many sad things, and many miracles when I worked there.  I would then go to the main office and admit and release patients.  I worked from 11:30 to 8:00 pm.  Perfect, because I could sleep in and yet got off early enough to still go have some fun.  I learned every job in that office and even learned to  operate the old telephone system.  Remeber all those old pictures of ladies with cords in their hands, and head phones on as they took calls and connected the caller with the room or office they were requesting?  Well that was me sometimes, and again my how times have changed.  I still have good friends from those days.

When I married Charlie, I knew my life would not be dull and it hasn't.  He is a forward thinking guy and so we are now having solar panels placed on our roof.  I sure hope they are worth the money and that we live long enough to really reap the benefits.  They should be completely installed next Monday and then Utah power has to come out and change our meter so they know how much power we either use or produce.  After Utah Power comes and changes our meter we will be able to turn it on and see if it works.  I am feeling really green now because we recycle our garbage, grow and can our fruit and veggies, and now have Solar Panels.  We should have had them when we lived in Barstow.  We have talked with someone who has it and he said he still pays pretty much each month, but not too much, but it depends on how many panels you have installed.  Will give you updates when we get this all figured out.  

Well, back to BLHS memories.  Rember the secretary, Myrtle Turley?  She grew up on 12th street and was my mom's best friend from elementary school.  When she grew up and married she had 4 children.  The oldest was Geri Turley,  Geri was a sophomore when we were seniors.  Anyway, Myrtle was divorced and lived in a small house with her small  children near Dana Fuhriman.  Mr. McAllister lived on that street also, I think, and he is the one who hired Myrtle.  Myrtle was still one of my mom's good friends and although not perfect by any means, the fact that Myrtle knew all and also knew my mom, kept me from sloughing too much.  Myrtle is still alive and lives in the Garden's assisted living up ninth street east of BLHS now.  Her name is now Myrtle McPhie.  She is a marvel and my brother and I and spouses take Myrtle out to lunch about every other month.  She will be 94 this May.  She always calls me on my mother's birthday and that means so much to me.  She is such a sweet lady and wondered if any of you had memories of her.  Well keep posting, it seems the Forum is catching on with more and more people.  What ever we need to do, we must do it to keep this website going.  I always thought our class was special and the comments on the Forum and provinjg it.  It is fun to know what is still happening in our lives now.  Until next time, Donna.

Joy Fields (Wardleigh)

Donna, Your story was so interesting. I truely enjoy reading all of the messages. I am really grateful that Ruth told me about the BLHS site.  I must share something that happened to me way back when we went to Mound Fort.  I was very insecure and thought that nobody liked me, so to protect myself from being shunned, I decided to just ignore everyone.  Well; that sure backfired when one day after school Pat Torman approached me at my locker and taught me a lesson that I have never forgot and will always be grateful to her for what she said.  She said to me "Joy why are you so stuck up, I want to be your friend and you just ignore me".  She was so right, and so many times in my life when I start to have my own private pity party, I remember what she said that day.  It has helped me more times than I can count.  I have learned to value myself and make every effort to be kind to all that I come in contact with. Thank you Pat.

Joy Fields (Wardleigh)

Calling all former military people:

I just had to share a funny story.  My darling grandson Robert III is a junior in high school in El Paso TX.  I was just talking to my son and he told me about my grandson's first drill weekend, last weekend.  Poor kid thought he was going to be loaded when he got paid.  Not so, The leader (what ever they call him) was in a motorcycle accident last week and didn't make it, that part is sad.  So There was a memorial service during the drill weekend and Robby only was able to drill one day.  Ok; now this is the funny part, because he had not been issued a uniform yet, he was ordered to stay in a utility closet (room) until the service was over.  When he received his check,  surprise, surprise, the IRS got their hands on a portion of it pluss there was a $54.00 amount held out for who knows what. So the big check for his first weekend was a total of $37.00.  He just turned 17 in Nov. and planned on being the big shot on campus.  Now he has to wait until next month. Do you remember your first pay check?

Tod Maltby

Joy & Dan:

The Lodge you are referring to wasn't the Snow Basin Lodge, it was the Mount Ogden Ski Club Lodge. Nestled in the pines below Snow Basin Lodge; it was built and owned by the Mount Ogden Ski Club of which Vince Tassone was a Charter Member. Vince, Harold Luddington, my uncle Bill Rhodes and others spent countless hours & expense on that chalet. I spent a couple of weekends up there myself clearing brush and putting finishing touches on the place. Vince was my uncle's best friend and was a great guy. With dwindling membership and expensive upkeep they decided to sell the chalet to the Air Force Association. They continued to book the place for special events and they hired my friend Greg Thon (BLHS '64) and his wife Bonnie to run the place year around. They had some great parties there.

25th Street:

On the corner of 25th & Wall was a Night Club called the Porters & Waiters Club. They had a great restaurant call Anabel's (mexican food) and live music. I was really into Jazz at that time (still are) and I liked to go there and listen to the music. Musicians traveled mostly by rail then and when laid over in Ogden they would come to the P&W club and sometimes they would sit in with the house musicians. I heard some great musicians who I otherwise would never get to see. I wasn't old enough to be in there but as long as I didn't try to order a drink the tolerated.

In a conversation with an very classy black man one night; he explained to me that being a Porter or a Waiter was one of the best jobs a black man could get. Clean work, nice clothes, decent pay, etc. He was a Steward (Maitre'd) on one of the Domeliner dining cars and loved it. He said many Porters & Waiters were second or third generation. Was the Railroad Age a more civilized time?

Joy Fields (Wardleigh)

Tod, Now that you mention it, I do remember that we would hike up a short distance before we could see the ski lift.  That family reunion that we had up there was 3 or 4 days if I remember right.  My daughter took care of all of the arrangements.  When I say my daughter it could be any one of three.  This time it was my first born.  Thanks for straightening it out.  more chat later, JOY

Dana Fuhriman (Austin)

Donna, that's crazy that Myrtel Turley was your moms best friend. I lived next door to her and her family, for years, until they moved.  Myrtel also calls my mom on her birthday. Her daughter, Gerry was one of my good friends along  with Susan Stitzer and all of Mr.Mcallister's kids, and many others that lived on our street. We had a great neighborhood. It was the best. My mom still lives in the same house. She is 98 and still lives alone, and still goes bowling, twice a week, at Ben Lomond Lanes. It's good to hear about everyone. I saw Dale Thompson last week at a funeral and introduced myself to him. It was crazy. He said, you look like someone I should know, but I can't put my finger on it. He looks the same as he did in school except a little grayer. Like us all. Keep up the news. It's fun Reading about everyone.    Dana Fuhriman Austin

Joy Fields (Wardleigh)

Dana, I just read your post and it is amazing that your mother is still so active.  We can only hope for such good health and ability to do for ourselves.  You are so blessed that you are so close to your children.  Mine are scattered to the wind.  One lives in British Columbia CA, one just yesterday moved from Provo to Ogden, one lives near me in Sacramento CA, and my only son lives in El Paso TX.  Have a wonderful March.  JOY

Janet Harris (Eller)

 Love hearing about what you all were doing back then and since then too.  About first paychecks  - mine was also when I was 12.  My friend's mother worked at the Model Laundry on Pingree between 21 & 22nd Street.  She got Janille and me a job at the laundry folding sheets and towels.  I heard that the manager said of me "she won't make it through the summer.  She's too "scrawny".  Well, I made it through that summer and 7 more, plus working after school and on Saturdays and holidays.  It helped me pay my way through school.  I made 75 cents an hour.  

I remember that in our junior year at BL when the girls joined pep club, there were "initiation" pranks.  Each of us had a secret "sister" who was a senior.  Harmon's had a slogan then "Come as You Are".   A group of senior girls planned to pick up a bunch of us early on a Saturday morning so we would still be in our PJ's and take us to breakfast at Harmons.  Dennis and Ferron had probably been working there the night before.  When they came at 6:30 to pick me up, I was already up and dressed.  I had to keep swearing that "Really, my mother didn't tell me you were coming".  I was up because I had to be at work by 7:00.  I was a little late that day - no problem.  My mother called my boss for me.  There were other funny pranks too - anyone want to share some of those?  Janet