Brooke Beauchamp wrote: When I was just entering high school, my parents threw me quite a curve.  We were leaving my comfort zone of Topeka to move to Lawrence.  To say I was terrified is an understatement.  As it turned out, I made more friends than I could have imagined and had the time of my life. I will relate a few memories - but not all. I remember when Barbara Bennett's mom had us go to the store to buy her a laxative.  We almost died of embarresment. I remember Charlie Fisher's immaculate 55 red and white Chevy convertible.  I apologize once again for totalling it. I remember when my yearbook advisor, Robert Dunwell, lost his infant baby daughter.  It was my first taste of grief. I remember when Millard Denny directed me in my one and only dramatic performance. I remember the wonderful Red and Black performances.  The precursor of what was to come for women's sports.  I was so impressed when Dede Allen could do a back walk over. I remember raiding Dede's parents liquior cabinet.  In fact, I regretted it for many days.  I haven't had a drop of dark rum since. I remember the wonderul house in the country that we took as our own.  We got permissiion, decorated it and had a party.  What I have just said in a sentence could be a blog, story or a whole book.  Too bad it burned down. I remember Rosie Vann teaching us how to do the mashed potatoes in my family room. I remember the "come as you are parties" instigated by Jerry Goetch. I don't know to this day why my parents let me out in the middle of the night. I remember my scufflle (alright fist fight) with Larita Martinez in front of the cafeteria the same day I was announced social chairmain for Y-Teens. But most sadly, I remember losing Jack Allison.  My second brush with grief. My days as LHS were the best ever.  I could go on and on - but I won't at this time.  I hope all of us are having a great holiday season and look forward to the September reunion.     Love to all - Brooke