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•   Arnold Ochoa Jr.  3/13
•   Marshall Grayson  2/10
•   Richard Breiman  2/4
•   Telesforo Marin (Marin)  11/5
•   Walt Coffman  9/12
•   Raul Maldonado  9/11
•   Kaye Hastings  9/11
•   Eugene Corral (Corral)  9/11
•   Mary Ann May  4/3
•   Richard Aros  4/1
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96 live in Arizona
21 live in California
1 lives in Colorado
3 live in Florida
3 live in Georgia
2 live in Idaho
2 live in Iowa
1 lives in Kansas
1 lives in Maine
2 live in Massachusetts
2 live in Nevada
1 lives in New Mexico
1 lives in North Carolina
4 live in Ohio
1 lives in Oklahoma
2 live in Oregon
2 live in South Carolina
6 live in Texas
1 lives in Virginia
1 lives in Washington
1 lives in Ontario
1 lives in Australia
1 lives in Germany
1 lives in Philippines
1 lives in Thailand
410 location unknown


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Tucson High School
Class of 1965

Things I learned at my 50th reunion!
(thanks to Dick  Wolfsie)

If you wear the wrong name tag, most people won’t know the difference for at least an hour.
The group I hung out with in 1965 didn’t take drugs. Now, we all do.
All the girls who said they once had a crush on me should have mentioned this five decades ago.
"So, how have you been?" is a really stupid question to ask someone you haven't seen in 50 years.
People will remember stuff about you that even you don't remember. This is not anything to be concerned about. I hope.
I hugged people I would never have hugged in 1965.
I swear there were three guys gobbling down the shrimp at the buffet table who were not in our class.

I told many of the women they looked great for 68. Larry told them they looked great for 48. Guess who did better with the ladies in high school?
All the women at the reunion admitted to having a crush on the math teacher, Mr. Walsh. And so did two of the guys.
It was great see some old faces, although some of us had new faces over the old ones.
Despite a good cross-section of race and religion, we all had two things in common: Social Security and Medicare.
Some people danced, but there wasn’t nearly as much making out on the dance floor as 50 years ago.
I am the only alumni now living in Indiana. Henry lives in Ohio. If you knew Henry, you’d know that’s close enough.
After a few glasses of wine, a very youthful looking Francine admitted she got some “work” done before the reunion. Funny, in high school she never got any work done before class.
Half of the attendees thought the men aged better than the women. Guess which half thought that?
No one left the reunion intoxicated. But Chuck and Bob arrived that way.
A few people brought their old yearbook and wanted me to sign it. All I could think of to write was: “Good luck in college.”
I asked the class prom queen to let me know when it was 9 p.m. Just once, I wanted her to give me the time of day.
There was some talk at the reunion about sex in high school. Back in high school it was all talk. 
Carl no longer has a neck.
My prom date Yvonne gave me a big kiss hello. It wasn’t the first time we’d kissed in 50 years, it was the only time—and that includes the prom.
A lot of people said things to each other like, "We sure had fun together,” but it was hard for some of us to come up with specifics.

There was very little interest in forming a 75th reunion committee.






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(to the tune of My Favorite Things from the Sound of Music:)

Botox and nose drops and needles for knitting, Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings, Bundles of magazines tied up in string, These are a few of my favorite things.

Cadillac’s and cataracts, hearing aids and glasses, Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses, Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings, These are a few of my favorite things.

When the pipes leak, When the bones creak, When the knees go bad, I simply remember my favorite things, And then I don't feel so bad.

Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions, No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions, Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring, These are a few of my favorite things.

Back pain, confused brains and no need for sinnin', Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin', And we won't mention our short shrunken frames, When we remember our favorite things.

When the joints ache, When the hips break, When the eyes grow dim, Then I remember the great life I've had, And then I don't feel so bad.

(special thanks to Julie Andrews and Barbara Perez)