I remember Brooke Beauchamp putting Jeff Heeb's head into the windsheild of his brother's red and white Chevy convertable.

I remember liberating a bell from an abandoned country church, painting it red and black to ring at our last LHS football game.

I remember Howard Mellinger being seriously interested in me learning why I should be learning.

I remember Joe Oberzan walking on the peak of Bob Asher's house with a drink in his hand and a big grin on his face.

I remember Mike Miner punching his '55 corvette and the fiberglass hood fluttering and then blowing over the car.

I remember Susan Lockard, Donni Fisher, Margorie Fischer, Brooke Beauchamp, and others and thinking then how cool it was to be surrounded by beautiful young women.

I remember the look on Phil Lujan's face when I came down with a rebound right in front of him in Nanny Duver's class and shattered both kneecaps

I remember Maurice Lucas' class in the 6th grade and the group of us from there that went all the way through school together.

I remember Jim Scofield and Barbara Capper getting recognized for the best smiles in school.

I remember Jimmy Wortham's mother catching me with a paperback copy of Brave New World in my lit book in class and then congratulating me on choice after berating me for sneaking.