i'll start-it was a warm summer nite in '79, and some poor schmuck whose parents owned a realy small house in the country mentioned to a few friends he was having a party, and they mentioned to a few friends that he was having a party....and so on and so on....over 200 drunk kids (through the courtesy of less than prudent local liquor stores) converge on these poor people and a near riot ensues as the local police (along with police dogs) arrive to disperse everyone.
me? i was trying to drag the drunken foreign exhange student into my car as she's yelling at the top of her lungs "cold hearted american pigs!!! power to the people-UNITE-fight your oppressors, fight-power to the people!".
ahhhh yes-i think they instituted afternoon graduation ceremonies the next year
o.k.-share.......................
me? i was trying to drag the drunken foreign exhange student into my car as she's yelling at the top of her lungs "cold hearted american pigs!!! power to the people-UNITE-fight your oppressors, fight-power to the people!".
ahhhh yes-i think they instituted afternoon graduation ceremonies the next year
o.k.-share.......................

We had to back out, take care of them, clear the tunnel and start over. So we started late.
None of us even stayed in touch long via mail.
Also wondered who had really changed so much that we had difficulty talking. Her? Me? Perhaps both of us?
Didn't want graduation ceremonies. 