I remember riding bikes with Debbie Paessler to the progressive dinner at John Combias' house.  After we picked my sister up at the airport Debbie and I went to Don Moriarty's party.  The night in the courtyard was this same night, which was the night before we graduated.  In my scrapbook (which is where I had the calendar) I have a list of who spent the night.  I wrote we "ran from the police, hiked the wall, wandered around in the rain and froze to death."  Doesn't that sound fun?!!  I have no idea what I told my mother for why I wouldn't be home that night.  The next morning we used the home ec dryer to dry our sopping wet clothes.  

‘75 yearbook has a great shot of the cheerleaders attempting a chorus line that must be scanned, too.  I have an article in my scrapbook that mentions the "... unusually large turnout on such a cold and bitter day was a result of our extremely enthusiastic and irresistibly sexy male cheerleaders."   We'll put the article next to that dashing chorus line photo.

Now where did I put those reading glasses?  However, there are four boys not wearing "Spirit of '76" tee-shirts.  Maurice sure looks like the tall guy in the cap to me.  Paging senior boy cheerleaders ... 
(James and I are referring to the photo on page 159 of our senior yearbook.)

Lawn King, upper left.

I've got about the same number and can place the face but not the name on several others.  24 kids -- seems like a lot, huh?  Baby boomers, indeed. 

Who out there has been married the longest to the same person?  Any high school sweethearts still married to each other? 

As I've yet to manage that commitment once ... can I chalk it up to being a (very, very) late bloomer?   

Lincoln School - I seem to recall hearing John Combias was going to give me his ID bracelet but then he decided to give it to Holly Penwell instead.  What a crusher.  There is a funny story about Mom and Peter finding out about John.  They pulled into his driveway to have a conversation with his parents over his intentions!!!.  I was in the backseat of the station wagon (remember those?) and had managed to crawl underneath the driver's seat in complete mortification and horror.  Alas, they were just teasing me and we drove home.  Ah, the memories of youth!!! 

Playing manhunt with the Kenyon boys and the rest of the neighborhood, sure.  Anyone remember getting a pink belly?  Isn't that what it was called when you were held down and your stomach was slapped silly?  I remember being the recipient of a pink belly and my stomach was fiery red for days.  Didn't we all run around in packs trying to catch lightning bugs, too?  How about some country club swim team memories and playing Line Tag or Marco Polo until your toes and fingers were shriveled up because you were in the water for hours on end? 

Terry,
Hi, by the way the guy with the "deep voice"
Robert Haley

We have heard the sad news of the loss of several classmates and plan to honor them at the reunion.  I'd rather not list classmates on this blog, however.  It would be nice for us to have an In Memoriam link and we'll work on that idea as we continue to build the web site.

Disclosure statement:  I did not write the above entry; however, I was in the presence of the person who did.