NOW PLAYING: High School 17 January, 1998 Maybe it's because I found my old Junior High School yearbook not long ago, and went through every page. Its been 17 years since then, I know; nevertheless, I'm amazed at the changes. We all look so young! OK, so we were young in 1981 -- I was 15 then -- and I was quite the little goober. Check out my "9th Grade Will" (we all wrote one): Charlson, Dan - Activities: Golf 7,8,9; Olympic Tiddly Winks Team (USA); Choir 7,8,9. I will a hard hat to Chris Riewer because it will be useful in blocking paper wads thrown at her in Algebra by Jim Poehler and Steve Quam. Also I will to Pete Vogt a chipped 7-iron, to Karen Charlson my Algebra expertise and to Tyler Horning my height. Advice - If you have glasses, stay away from Pete Vogt. What a loser! No wonder I couldn't get a date until I was a junior in high school. Not that I didn't try. I got shot down so many times -- some of those girls became "aces." The Wife says she would have gone out with me back then, but she married me, so she's not exactly objective about it. I had a huge crush on Chris Riewer -- I suppose she knew it, I asked her to go out with me enough, though she never would -- Unrequited Love sucks! I wonder where she is and what she's doing now... Poehler, Quam, Pete and I were the Four Musketeers throughout it all; afterwards, Poehler went into the Marines, which surprised the hell out of me, and then got out of it somehow, which didn't surprise me at all. Quam is a lawyer now, which doesn't surprise me -- his dad was, too. I know these things because Pete told me. He was my best friend, and we keep in touch, though not as much as we should... I saw him about five years ago at his wedding. Haven't seen anybody else since we graduated. I don't think our class had a 10th reunion -- if we did, nobody invited me. I don't think there is such a thing as a 15th, so I suppose my next chance will be if there's a 20th or 25th reunion. The Wife and I went to her 10th high school reunion, and it was terrible. It cost us 35 bucks each to get in, and we decided that if we and the other two couples that we went with had pooled the money we paid to get in we could have had a hell of a party on our own, and probably a lot more fun. Several of the people that The Wife thought she might see didn't show up, but she did find a couple of her old friends to talk to. But the DJ was lame, the food was terrible, and the booze was expensive. I suppose that could happen at my reunion, too -- if most of the people I cared to see decided to take a pass -- -- but I still want to go if we have one.
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