High School Reunion

I did attend. I found it amusing I was there unnoticed. The only one who recognized me was my ex-brother in law Dennis Keene. Since I was not in reality a graduate I read it in the paper. Not on the list I signed in. I too married a Linde girl and I am very close to Dennis's children. His Granddaughter and my Granddaughter are best friends. She is flying in from Wisconsin tonight. His daughter considers me her favorite Uncle. But then I was looking at the three fiftieth photo. I was third on the top in one of the pictures. Had I seen it before I wrote the story I would have said which one is, "Punky", as in Waldo. There were two ex Punky's in our class I was the other one.

Until I read the memoriams I thought maybe I shouldn't print this. Someone might recognize theirselves even if I do it as humor. Sadly I found two of my grade school and high school crushes in those who passed away. Smither's didn't recognize me which I had to say ticked me off. He played for White Center Heights. I asked my teammates to recruit him on our team. Some of us were very ticked off when all the school team was made up of Burien students. I remember basketball turnouts when only two of us made the final cuts. One was Smithers. I quit and joined my old team and we challenged the Sophomores to a game. Beat them soundly. Coach asked for a rematch after he trained the boys more. We lost that one by one point. Only because without a coach we called timeout. We led by one with three seconds left. Whatever you do just hold the ball until they foul you. I won't say him by name but he launched the ball missed and was called for a foul. Never had any use for the man with the whistle and never turned out again. Don't put this in too many years ago. But probably why you get little input from the White Center and Top Hat graduates.

I wish I could get some backup on the Pilot down story. I had an interesting four years in the service. When I try and tell these things to the kids even they think I am making it up. Any clippings I sent to my mother and one day my step-dad moved again with his new wife and took everything of my mother's to the dump. I am lucky to have pictures of my mother. Recently I tried to find clipping on Pilot down in the time I was in Randolph or Lackland. I am not good at that Google thing. I just gave up searching. Anywhere you might want to put it. The poem I wrote To Soar to seek embrace the sky. That is from reality. My niece was killed on highway two by a driver trying to commit suicide. She was a beautiful lady leaving behind two children. Her mother saw it all and was in the car following. She too is a Highline graduate. I wouldn't use names but the poem is in memory and has been published. Just in case you know her. Judi Linde Downing. I am not sure of her class. But it was her daugher.