
This Site Is Maintinaed In Celebration of the Life of RONALD PAUL REDD, Dec. 20, 1943-Dec.25 2007
The brisk crunch of gravel between our toes as we snuck out of class
to sneak out to Hernandos Hideaway.
The laughter and chatter in the local
beer halls, the hopeful glance that the girls shot our way, giving us hope for a little more.
The bell which seems to ring loudly from the excesses from
the night before. Only once in eternity will eternity happen.
The squeal of girls in the parking lot,
The student pensively gazing longingly out the window at the city below...
The hours of study spent on sex and beer and sex and beer and football and Shakespeare, Einstein and Holmes
[NOT - THAT PART MUST BE A LIE]....
The few shouts of joy and the many looks of dismay each MONTH AS THERE WERE NO SURPRISES,
the almost unbelievable excitement felt during a game.
The oft to be seen gray sky...the rain, best observes from the window of our favorite Gasthouse
The rush between classes to make out, without getting caught by your not -so-secret flame.
The Crest... The Spirit of the Warrior... BEER, TACH, [AND SANDY].
The Alma Mater, All this...and you...make this school, our school."
FRANK MCARTHUR
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The Class Officers of the Senior Class of 1962 |