Hi,
OK, all caught up. Hope that didn't seem like too much reading at the same time. Meanwhile, some other notes that have come in.
First, from Robert Fiveson: Allow me to crow as a papa. After completing his first year at Tulane Law school and ranking in the top 5% of his class, yesterday my son Joshua was invited to attend Harvard Law. Caw! Caw!
Another happy note, from Jay Berliner: Two weeks ago, my seventh grandchild was born in Pittsburgh. All are doing great.
Next, from Tom Romano: I share your appreciation for the Antietam Civil War battlefield. I never made it to Harper's Ferry, but I remember Miss Lawrence and Mr. Willard -- my guidance counselor -- teaching us about the Civil War battles. It was the one-hundredth anniversary for some of the battles while we were at South.
On an earlier subject, from Lynn Nudleman Villagran: I think these newsletters are good for us on several levels -- keeping in touch with old friends is a nice form of socialization. I enjoyed hearing about Ed Albrecht's memories of his track records at South. Can anyone remember what were the three records he held? I can't, without looking back. OK -- the 440 four-man relay, the 100-yard low hurdles, and the high jump. If I keep trying to remember these once a day this week, it will be good brain exercise for me. We can make these mind games up for ourselves in our daily lives to help keep those neurons charging.
Also a reminiscence, again from Robert Fiveson: I was on the JV football team one year. Mr. Riley was coach. The team had not won a game in like four years. I don't wonder why: they had me playing left offensive guard -- all 5' -6" and 140 pounds of me.
I digress.
There was a guy, I think named Erick Wohlgemuth, who could unhook his fingers so they just hung like flopping. broken things. He would constantly unhook his fingers and drop the ball and start screaming as though they were all broken. Once you saw it a few times, the shock was gone, but the awe lingered on. I believe that same guy had some weird wiring because every time there was a play where he would get hit on the head, he would pass out.
Mention of that pool hall below the bowling alley brought back warm memories of Jay Tuerk and me showing a weird 8mm porno movie we stole from his dad. I think I've said this before, but it's a story I enjoy retelling. We showed the film in the basement of the garden apartments for 25 cents a kid. Once we had a few bucks, we would go to the bowling alley and drink beer all afternoon using fake IDs -- remember legal age then was eighteen. By hustling some bumper pool in the basement, we were completely drunk often.
Now who says youth is wasted on the young?
Some sad news, from Ray Staley: A while back, I asked if anyone had heard from or knew the whereabouts of John (Jack) Foster. Just in case you didn't know or for anyone else who doesn't, I just talked with his ex-wife, and she told me that Jack had a fatal heart attack about four years ago.
[Rich -- Jack was part of the class mailing list for a long time, but then his address stopped accepting notes. Unfortunately, there's often no way to check if this is simply a changed address, which happens commonly enough, or something else. But the last thing I think about is death, and I'm sorry to hear this news.]
From Allen Moss: Sounds like you all had a great time at the reunion. I love Maine and would never leave, but I am a bit isolated from the group. Jean Cohen Oken in Vermont and Judy Peters Sylvan in Connecticut are my closest neighbors, and we do e-chat from time to time. And Stu Kandel and a few other folks and I have remained in touch since 2002. That has really been great. Guess we will just all have to go to the 50th.
Best from Northeast Hell. It was in the low 90s last week. But at least we had a fair amount of thunderstorms without the craziness.
From Ellen Stu Brody Pilger: Thanks so much for the virtual reunion, vivid images, and Stu's photos. I enjoyed them all. The interaction with high school friends has awakened delightful memories.
Finally, to continue Ellen's idea of a virtual reunion, here is Stu Borman's last minute communication before the party:
Since I've gotten a call from Rich Eisbrouch and an e-mail inquiry from Marilyn Horowitz Goldhammer, I'm writing to let you all know that we never lost power in the storm, except momentarily -- enough to have to reset the clocks. We haven't even lost Internet service.
This is just blind luck as most of our neighborhood is totally without power. A few local homes and cars got seriously damaged. A few streets are impassible, with downed wires, trees, and telephone poles. A number of traffic lights are not working, and Pepco -- our power company -- says it may take up to a week to get power restored.
My wife Elize and I did have to spend the entire morning using a chain saw and other tools to remove large tree limbs and debris from the property, but I'm happy to say that, at the moment, it looks pretty much as if nothing happened. So all is in readiness, and everyone's welcome as planned.
I plan to start barbecuing not long after 1 PM, when the party is also scheduled to start. I simply don't believe in the cocktail hour philosophy of party management and prefer to let people eat early and then have more later, if they like.
We're planning to barbecue hot dogs (with buns), hamburgers (with buns), and chicken. We'll also prepare salad for everyone. We'll have a couple of bottles each of regular and diet cola, and we'll also have fresh water with fresh lemon slices and mint leaves. Ira and Rachael are bringing a bottle of wine. Someone may also bring a fruit salad. We will also serve tea and coffee, with or without milk.
Again, I hope to see you all tomorrow.
Photos from Sunday's mini-reunion have been posted in the first folder ("DC-area get-together") at: picasaweb . google . com/SouthHS65 Thanks for everyone's visit. -- Regards, Stu
Rich
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