Being young
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What a subject! I would not ever want to be young again, but I do remember some great times and certain things in my life bring up those great memories. For example, running into people I haven't seen in years. Meeting people who can put you in touch with old pals and chicks you once knew. And the fondest of memories is seeing a full moon on warm nights! Silly isn't it? Why would that scene bring up sweet neat memories?
I know I asked the questions but I'll go first since I'm in the PST and it's 10:30 pm I don't think too many Easterners are up at this time!
So here goes!
I know I asked the questions but I'll go first since I'm in the PST and it's 10:30 pm I don't think too many Easterners are up at this time!
So here goes!
2 months ago
I have run into several people I once knew casually or on pal terms. Some of the encounters were nice but some were not too friendly.
I have most recently run into a dude I knew at Pasadena City College in 1961. His name is Frank and if there's one conversation I will remember having with this guy is the question I asked him back then. He was in building construction and I was in printing management. The question went something like "Are you going into small construction or huge developments?"
He looked at me with a sly smile and said, "I don't think I'm going to ever be a carpenter!"
True to his word he became a RV parts salesman and 47 years later he is the sales rep for Coast RV at out store. We always keep each other in touch about other classmates we run into.
On the other hand I ran into a person I thought was a friend once even though I had a feeling he was leaning towards racism even then back in our alleged friendship. His name was Larry Wooliver and when I saw him about 2 years ago I greeted him warmly and he just looked at me like I was dirt. I reminded him who I was and he replied "I know". When I looked puzzled over his reply he looked at me and just laughed. OK Larry! I'm glad I haven't seen you in 40 some years.
As I said in other blogs, I went to Stateline, NV yesterday with a group of people. One of the women that was in this group happened to be a cousin of one of my most earliest pals when I first moved to CA. His name is Pete Salcido and our friendship "ended" over Priscilla Berry! We both liked her. I busted the first move. Prissy and I started dating but in the end Pete "won" her back and evetually married her.
I have never felt too good about my divorces. The 2nd one especially because it was a bitter breakup. Bad memories like that bring up thoughts and for some danged "shouldn't really care about it" reason I used to think about Priscilla and Pete and thinking how successful there marriage must be and me kinda ashamed of these failures in my life. When I met Pete's cousin yesterday she filled me in on Pete and Priscilla's marriage, divorce and 5 kids and him going for a younger babe eventually and having 2 kids with her and now divorced from her!
Wow! I'm not happy all this happened, but it goes to show you that your not the only one making terrible mistakes! And it's not over yet. What's lurking around that corner that wants to bring me down.
OK, I'm just about finished here and I want to finish with sweet and neat memories. I was walking over to the laundry room when I looked up at the night sky for the umpteenth time and saw my most pleasureable memory. A moonlit warm summer night! I remember the parties with all my goups of friends but somehow it always comes back to Ginny Kenneley and the group we hung with. The cruising, the dancing at Chi-Rho Club at St. Andrews Catholic Church, the beach (even though I hated the beach), and on and on. But this one thought about this group was the nights, because we were too young to go in, was hanging in the parking lot at this pizza parlor that had live bands at night and we would dance in the parking lot to the music only to get rousted by the County Sheriffs for breaking curfew!
I love warm summer nights with lots of moonlight!
I have most recently run into a dude I knew at Pasadena City College in 1961. His name is Frank and if there's one conversation I will remember having with this guy is the question I asked him back then. He was in building construction and I was in printing management. The question went something like "Are you going into small construction or huge developments?"
He looked at me with a sly smile and said, "I don't think I'm going to ever be a carpenter!"
True to his word he became a RV parts salesman and 47 years later he is the sales rep for Coast RV at out store. We always keep each other in touch about other classmates we run into.
On the other hand I ran into a person I thought was a friend once even though I had a feeling he was leaning towards racism even then back in our alleged friendship. His name was Larry Wooliver and when I saw him about 2 years ago I greeted him warmly and he just looked at me like I was dirt. I reminded him who I was and he replied "I know". When I looked puzzled over his reply he looked at me and just laughed. OK Larry! I'm glad I haven't seen you in 40 some years.
As I said in other blogs, I went to Stateline, NV yesterday with a group of people. One of the women that was in this group happened to be a cousin of one of my most earliest pals when I first moved to CA. His name is Pete Salcido and our friendship "ended" over Priscilla Berry! We both liked her. I busted the first move. Prissy and I started dating but in the end Pete "won" her back and evetually married her.
I have never felt too good about my divorces. The 2nd one especially because it was a bitter breakup. Bad memories like that bring up thoughts and for some danged "shouldn't really care about it" reason I used to think about Priscilla and Pete and thinking how successful there marriage must be and me kinda ashamed of these failures in my life. When I met Pete's cousin yesterday she filled me in on Pete and Priscilla's marriage, divorce and 5 kids and him going for a younger babe eventually and having 2 kids with her and now divorced from her!
Wow! I'm not happy all this happened, but it goes to show you that your not the only one making terrible mistakes! And it's not over yet. What's lurking around that corner that wants to bring me down.
OK, I'm just about finished here and I want to finish with sweet and neat memories. I was walking over to the laundry room when I looked up at the night sky for the umpteenth time and saw my most pleasureable memory. A moonlit warm summer night! I remember the parties with all my goups of friends but somehow it always comes back to Ginny Kenneley and the group we hung with. The cruising, the dancing at Chi-Rho Club at St. Andrews Catholic Church, the beach (even though I hated the beach), and on and on. But this one thought about this group was the nights, because we were too young to go in, was hanging in the parking lot at this pizza parlor that had live bands at night and we would dance in the parking lot to the music only to get rousted by the County Sheriffs for breaking curfew!
I love warm summer nights with lots of moonlight!
2 months ago
