School Story
Anything and everything that Troy Salie did (I miss him). All of the stupid stuff that everyone else did that it would take too long to write about. The pep talk that Jay Vesterfelt gave us before we played Highland High in 1983 (you know, the one about the brothel). The wit and wisdom of Frank Wilcox and the kindness and patience of Phyllis Shores. I owe her an apology so if anyone knows how to get a hold of her please let me know (I am serious, I tried several years ago with no luck). Winning the Intramural B-Ball tourney with my other Non-Coms because I wasn't good enough to make the real B-Ball team my senior year. Kay Petersen and Orla Bell's efforts to keep me on the straight and narrow. Marsha Whipps's efforts to teach me how to read and rite. When Carl Lightfoot decided to let me march in graduation after I squirted that meter-maid. I still want to know who won the money from that "assassination game" that we were all playing. Bill Dunford assassinated me 5 minutes after I shot that meter maid. I actually ran into that meter-maid twice since graduating and she forgave me and was very nice to me (forgiveness is a beautiful thing). I wish I knew then what I know now. High School was so easy and carefree. Why didn't I enjoy it even more than I did?
