Egg Wars & Aunt Edna – More Stupid Things We Did in High School

Such a waste of an omelette

Such a waste of an omelette

If you were to ask me what the dumbest thing I ever did in my life was, I’d struggle with the response because I’ve done a LOT of stupid things. I’m much better today, but in younger years I had always been that type of person who didn’t ask others for their advice or opinion before taking action. I would learn from my mistakes. Learning from your mistakes is a good thing, but what if that thing you’re doing is so stupid that you don’t get a chance to learn from it? I suppose I have more than my fair share of those types of dumb things. This is a story of one crazy night of high school antics which included one of those stupid acts; an act that could have gone badly and yet again, here I am to tell about it.

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The Foxhunt Begins – Chasing my Wife in High School

No it's not a Crash Test Dummies poster

No it’s not a Crash Test Dummies poster

The failure on my part in late ’73, early 1974 with Betty set me back a bit. In that story (read me), I had mentioned that I had a girlfriend pretty much in every year previously. Losing Betty caused a little moping and ‘regrouping’ I guess. I went in and out of several 1-2 week relationships with girls I honestly can’t remember the names of today. I think one’s name was Sherri Hicks, but I still can’t remember the name of that girl I had to fight over (read me). There was also the fact in 1974 for a time, the only thing I had on my mind was getting pot and smoking it with a couple of ‘pot friends’. This will be a story in of itself one day.

It was 10th grade, early 1974 and the Vietnam War was finally ending – a time for new beginnings.

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Beatles & Burgers & Redwoods

So much beauty on the West Coast to see

So much beauty on the West Coast to see

I have a vivid memory of being in fourth grade and telling myself that one day I wanted to see the redwoods and giant Sequoias of California.  I remembered learning that California had the tallest, the oldest and the trees with the most mass.  I had been born in California (read me) but moved out when I was only 3 years old so didn’t remember much about living there.  California seemed unobtainable to me, a far away place I really didn’t think I’d ever see.  It became very important to me to see those trees.  If I did nothing else of consequence, I wanted to see those trees – this was a life goal I made in the fourth grade. Continue reading