Update 7-22-03


Hi,

It's the heat.

From Jean Cohen Oklan to Ray Staley:  That was one of the funniest jokes I've heard in a long time!

From Jerry Bittman:  First, to Robert Fiveson:  When I was in New York City after the reunion, I saw a lady walking around the city wearing a sandwich board that read, "Blow Jobs Still $5 -- Free If You Can Prove That You Are Robert Fiveson."
     To Tom Calise:  You don't have to be exactly like somebody to be friends with them.  I could never be half the gentleman that Mr. O'Brien is, but we've always liked each other.  How sad that you tried to be somebody or something that you weren't in high school.  Hope you matured later on in life.
     Also, I received two e-mails from Mr. O'Brien this week, and I would like to thank him for his prayers.  He told me that since the reunion, he and his bride have prayed for me every day.  Maybe that has helped me exceed the doctors' predictions.

From Robert Fiveson, about that woman's sign:  Ouchie!

From Barbara Blitfield Pech:  well so much for speed reading.. as i must have sped right past the question...if i'm not mistaken by due process of elimination...that would be the ever flavorful pez (paul e. zegler) of self gonging fame.......and if i'm not mistaken... did i once see another of our infamous classmates on an afternoon game show...circa 1977-8, hey bob fiveson...is that your final answer?

Also from Robert Fiveson, about the trivia answer:  Has to be Zegler?

From Barnet Kellman:  well i gotta say it, i'm really repelled by fiveson's blow job story on several grounds:  1. moral.  2. he and tuerk didn't share the connection.  3. i'm afraid the "old" woman or man blower was younger than we are now.  speaking of younger, nancy and i just had a great visit from mary-sipp green, who gets younger every time i see her.

More from Barbara:  "thank you" to allen moss for sharing my same cookie question...that i've exchanged some e-mails with eric hilton over..what IS the name of that marshmallow cookie...we've bantered a few names and box memories back and forth...[eric.. TOLD YA it was a blue box]....i'm leaning towards the ever simple.."marshmallow sandwiches"??????....by the way..alan, LOVE your photos from "home"..can i "have it" when you're done...i'll trade 2 florida's for a maine!

Less a trivia question than an I'm-too-lazy-to-look-it-up:  All Things Considered announced that Jerry Ford was 90 last week.  And Ronald Reagan hit that age a year ago.  The public radio piece also mentioned that two other United States presidents reached that age.  Can someone tell me which ones?

A reminder that this coming Saturday, July 26th, is the last time for a year that you can see Paul DeMartino in a bathing suit.  For information about this unveiling at Mark Yetman's house, please e-mail Paul at:  PINA_1@msn.com.  Everyone is welcome.

The Class of '78 (my youngest brother's class) had its 25th reunion last Friday night.  Only 30 people showed up, but they partied till 3 AM.  The class may try to have a larger reunion this fall.  So if you know anyone who should be there, please let me know.
Finally, in keeping with this week's theme:  When Neil Armstrong first walked on the moon, he not only made his famous comment, "This is one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind," he followed it with several other remarks, mainly the usual communications traffic with Mission Control.  And, just before re-entering the lunar lander, he said -- enigmatically -- "Good luck, Mr. Gorsky."
      Many people at NASA thought it casually referred to a rival Soviet cosmonaut, but, on checking, there turned out to be no Gorsky in either the Russian or American space programs.  Over the years, various reporters asked Armstrong what "Good luck, Mr. Gorsky" meant, but he always politely refused to answer.  Recently though, while answering questions following a speech, the old question was again brought up, and Armstrong finally responded.  It seemed Mr. Gorsky had recently died, and Armstrong felt an explanation would do little harm.
      The story:  when Armstrong was a kid, he was playing baseball with his brother in the backyard.  His brother hit a fly ball which landed in front of his neighbors' -- the Gorsky's -- bedroom window.  As Neil leaned down to pick up the ball, he heard Mrs. Gorsky shout at her husband:  "Oral sex?  You want oral sex!  You'll get oral sex when that kid next door walks on the moon!"

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Rich