
Class Of '79
Oh SO FINE in Seventy Nine!

Chuck Rose
Residing In: | Sugarhouse, UT USA |
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Occupation: | Dirt-Sniffing Construction Worker; Import-Export |
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Children: | Kyle Hunter, born Dec 2004! |
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Military Service: | Navy Submarines & EOD ![]() |
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If I tell you where I have been hiding...will you update your passport to come see me? Seriously though...ever since I left Orlando and joined the Navy a few years after graduation...I have been a rolling stone.
I learned to surf during senior year in Florida...but I didn't really learn how to Surf until I moved to California...and didn't really SURF until I spent some time at the North Shore in Oahu, Hawaii!
When the surf wasn't up I learned the delicate and graceful art of rugby...and played throughout my Navy and college years...until I got too fat, slow, old and beat up! lol (Can you say 6 operations?)
Since High School there is probably only a handful of states I haven't been to yet...I have lived and traveled a bunch in Mexico, the Pacific Rim and even Diego Garica (Google it!)
I qualified as a Navy nuclear plant operator and rode one of Admiral Rickover's oldest nuclear submarines out of San Diego for 6 years along with my brother John (Class of '80, passed away 2002)...becoming a Navy Diver in the process...and which I liked a whole lot better.
So I transferred over to EOD (bomb squad)...got sent to school for that...and then was with a traveling bomb for four years.
I got out of the Navy and went to back to school at San Diego Community College...where I swam as the "old man" on the team (I was older than the coach, lol)...but I still did alright and kicked some young behind, making team MVP.
I transfered to USCD, and have a degree in Physics...but I am currently a Project Manager specializing in military construction. I just finished up a $100M job in Ft. Riley, KS...which isn't in the middle of nowhere...but you can sure see it from there!
Now they are talking about sending me to Djibouti, Africa...and the CIA World Factbook can give you the not-so-pretty picture of why we are taking over the old French Foreign Legion base there and builing an Anti-Terrorism Task Force Foward Base there...for piracy interdiction/supression, and for sub-Sahara anti-terrorism actions.
While I was living in San Diego...I lived across the street from this funny old man who had rocks of every size, shape, color and pattern adorning his yard...and on every sunny day (which is a lot in SD) he used to wheel out this machine, and proceed to cut rough opals into finished stones.
Well one day I had off work...so I wandered over to see what kind of madness drove a person to this kind of religious dedication...and to rocks of all things! He had an opal already mounted on a stick to cut...and he put it in my hand and told me to "find the fire"...and I have been a rockhound and Gem & Mineral dealer ever since! lol
If you don't remember me...or can't find me in the yearbook...don't even sweat it!
I transferred in from Wyoming my senior year on a swimming scholarship...after football season, and by way of six weeks at Lake Brantley (ewww)...and I repayed BMHS by being named All Conference in two personal events and qualifying for State Finals in four.
Senior trip to NSB after Prom and then again after Graduation...what a blast...although more than one person on those trips learned the hard way NOT to mix cheap champagne and hot sun! lol
Talking Marko Evans into hopping into my VW Rabbit and hauling ourselves to NSB so he could teach me to surf...every chance I got...finally he just sold me the board and surf racks!
How mad Alex Van den Berg was the day we all were sitting around the parking lot wondering if my Rabbit key could open his Jetta...which it could...so of course the next thing that pops into our heads is "Will it start it?"
Oh man...he was madder than I had ever seen him!
I remember (name withheld to protect the innocent) at Senior Prom...she was all alone leaning against the rail of the hotel's outdoor balcony overlooking the city...at that magical twinkling time around dusk, during a romance-filled formal evening.
Her sensuous low open back was turned to the rest of the crowd...and she was looking as stunning and radiant as any movie star in her black, sleeveless, v-neck evening gown...a light, warm breeze luffing her long silky golden hair, how could I resist her?
I confidently walked up behind her and placed my strong, masculine hands on her bare shoulders...slowly and smoothly letting them fall, gently caressing her silky arms all the way down to her wrists...feeling her goosebumps rise up beneath my touch.
Finally, she wasn't able to resist any longer...letting out a heavy sigh, and turning with her eyes closed, she put her arms around my neck...her lips wetted and parted, her breath quickened, her skin flushed...and as she pressed her ample bosom into me, she said:
"Oh (a name which was not mine)!"...and just then her soft blue eyes opened.
First her lids were heavy with pleasure...then they shot wide open in confusion...then narrowed to slits in total recognition, burning red with anger!
As she pushed me away...she slugged me in the chest harder than any girl had ever hit me before or since...completely knocking the wind out of me!
Because, you see...she was not my date, and I was not hers...only a girl I had secretly crushed on, and with whom I had only shared a single class and a few laughs!
We quickly recovered by both nervously laughing it off...right as her boyfriend dutifully returned with drinks for them too...and he not having seen a thing, and therefore none the wiser, still looked confused and amused at the same time.
But I will never forget the intense moment we had...and how my little prank in one way ran dangerously close to getting out of hand...but in another way opened our eyes to the possibilities, as we never looked at each other in quite the same light the rest of the school year, and I think maybe it was because we both always wondered...
"What if?"
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