Richard C. Green
Does anyone know if any of our ROTC guys managed to make an excellent career in the military? I remember sitting in the driveway of our home in Flagstaff shortly after I graduated as the radio DJ read the days of the year for those born in 1952 and what their draft number would be. I sat and listened intently as he read August. My birthday is on the 30th. "August 29th: #2. " I nearly filled my pants. "August 30th: #355." Had I received a number below 50, I was gonna go enlist in the Navy right then. I remember both Dupaix brothers (hope I spelled it right) in their uniforms every Thursday (???) or was it Wednesdays? Anyway, I've always wondered if we have any 4 star generals in our class? Did anyone beat the Colonel history teacher? Forget his name. B level? South end, west side.
Crushes? All the girls I wanted to date but was too bashful and shy to even TRY to ask them out, is rather lengthy but now, I'd have to look them all up to remember ALL their/your names.
Paul Mickelson & I went out on a double date to a SHS dance in his old 1951 or 1952 white Chevy (Didn't we Paul?) but I took a neighbor girl (9th grade at Irving) I had a crush on at the time. BIG MISTAKE. She was way too young. COLD FISH. Isn't that the term from the day?
The thing I remember the most about our dances in school is all the African American students dancing together and I mean REALLY GETTIN IT ON. THEY WERE REALLY SHOWING THE REST OF US HOW IT SHOULD BE DONE. They could all really dance exceptionally well. Made the rest of us look silly. Sorry, I don't remember any of the dance music.
I didn't atttend any other dances except just that one. I was WAY TOO SHY. You girls held our egos in the palms of your hands and if you said no, which someone did (I'll have to look her up; forget her name) then we'd be devistated for the rest of our lives; unable to even TALK to girls anymore. (Where are the shovels?) ENOUGH FOR ONE DAY.
P.S. The jocks fared much better than us coolies in school. Paul, who did you take out on that double date of ours?
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