well I never was one for your usual phony, syrupy, end of term yearbook salutations. Just posing for a yearbook photo was an accomplishment for some of us. Actually had to be there and all that. I signed it with "Love" and that part I meant.
One thing is for sure everyone had to have a good sense of humor to survive our neighborhood gang. Doug I remember once we were all playing baseball and Pat kick you really hard, where it counts. I think you were on the ground for a good long time. Was it something you said? Glad to see you were still able to have kids.
Doug, I know that you meant the "with love" part. I always enjoyed your wise-cracking.I hated those yearbook pics too. If there was anything I could go back and say to my teenaged self , It would have to be to not be so hard on myself...to love myself more and criticize less.
My all time favorite line in the entire blog, is when Doug was commenting on our over the cliff pago bay camping trip, where Rod, myself and Robert crawled back up the trail, looking haggard and frazzled, with burn scars on our arms and stars in our eyes. He said the following classic line, and I quote:
"This is what happened to you all after I left and you lost my steady and sober guidance. Bunch of dumbasses"
Juliet, whatever it was I did I probably deserved it.
Dave, "steady & sober guidance" is not exactly the first words that come to mind when you think of some of our escapades. Some of our brainstorms: Climbing water tower and swimming around in municipal water supply. Descending into drain system around Deans Circle where you could disappear at one end of the circle and magically reappear at the other end. Of course if a sudden rain storm were to come up well... Pago Bay, from the rock to the cliffs to the caves to the boonies at night here was an area that offered near limitless opportunities for young men to maim themselves. Climbing the Fine Arts Building to the roof, on the outside. Using the tiny outcroppings as footholds this was like early day rock wall climbing. We really were pioneers. Skimboarding, surfing, boonie stomping, football, all nighters in the grove, reef walking. Thank God for the childhoods we had.
You know, I was really much more conservative with my kids but then we have always seemed to live in "Pesky Territory"(Gumby and the moon boggles):)Today they probably would have taken us all away from our parents.
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LOL cindy! where did you ever find that??....he was a smartass was'nt he?
well I never was one for your usual phony, syrupy, end of term yearbook salutations.
Just posing for a yearbook photo was an accomplishment for some of us. Actually had to be there and all that.
I signed it with "Love" and that part I meant.
One thing is for sure everyone had to have a good sense of humor to survive our neighborhood gang. Doug I remember once we were all playing baseball and Pat kick you really hard, where it counts. I think you were on the ground for a good long time. Was it something you said? Glad to see you were still able to have kids.
Doug, I know that you meant the "with love" part. I always enjoyed your wise-cracking.I hated those yearbook pics too. If there was anything I could go back and say to my teenaged self , It would have to be to not be so hard on myself...to love myself more and criticize less.
You guys are killing me. Got home from work and spent a half hour laughing my ass off. Some great lines Doug.
My all time favorite line in the entire blog, is when Doug was commenting on our over the cliff pago bay camping trip, where Rod, myself and Robert crawled back up the trail, looking haggard and frazzled, with burn scars on our arms and stars in our eyes. He said the following classic line, and I quote:
"This is what happened to you all after I left and you lost my steady and sober guidance. Bunch of dumbasses"
Well said Doug, very well said.
Juliet, whatever it was I did I probably deserved it.
Dave, "steady & sober guidance" is not exactly the first words that come to mind when you think of some of our escapades.
Some of our brainstorms:
Climbing water tower and swimming around in municipal water supply.
Descending into drain system around Deans Circle where you could disappear at one end of the circle and magically reappear at the other end. Of course if a sudden rain storm were to come up well...
Pago Bay, from the rock to the cliffs to the caves to the boonies at night here was an area that offered near limitless opportunities for young men to maim themselves.
Climbing the Fine Arts Building to the roof, on the outside. Using the tiny outcroppings as footholds this was like early day rock wall climbing. We really were pioneers.
Skimboarding, surfing, boonie stomping, football, all nighters in the grove, reef walking. Thank God for the childhoods we had.
You know, I was really much more conservative with my kids but then we have always seemed to live in "Pesky Territory"(Gumby and the moon boggles):)Today they probably would have taken us all away from our parents.
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