I guess this is not interesting enough to our Class of '63 to post entries.

http://tropicalglen.com/

One thing we all have in common is the music of our time. The late fifties and all of the sixties produced a wide variety of outstanding music. Click on the link above for:


Playa Cofi
Jukebox
The top 100 songs from the
golden years of popular music -
plus more of our musical heritage.

To Linda J

I took the low or southerly road to Aragon via Beresford Park, Abbott and Hillsdale. Although we didn't know each other, your name was familiar and we had mutual friends and acquaintances. As a fourth grader Jim Foley seemed a giant to me and his peers. As an eighth grader Don Leydig was literally the fastest man on Abbott's campus and Coach Dick Vermeil was instrumental in promoting him to high school all American halfback status. After graduating from Stanford, Don assumed the role of Dean and Principal at Hillsdale for many semesters. I played exponent basketball ball with Jim and Tom Isola as a Freshman and Sophomore. Though short of stature then, we all had big game. And then there was John Holdren, a neighbor of yours at one time I've been told. John was a fraternity brother of mine at MIT. All who have known John can be proud of his accomplishments. On 20 December 2008, President-elect Barack Obama named Holdren as Assistant to the President for Science and Technology, Director of the White House Office of Science and Technology Policy, and Co-Chair of the President’s Council of Advisors on Science and Technology (PCAST). You might like to visit the recent article on John in Science Progress, Hold Off Attacking Holdren. It's been an honor for me to have associated with all of these triple threat men who have distinguished themselves academically, athletically and in leadership roles.

Aragon Dons Basketball Memorabilia
These pictures were taken at the CCS Tournament Quarterfinals in a game played at Foothill College in Lost Altos Hills on 2/28/2009. Aragon lost to Archbishop Mitty, 48-42, in a fiercely contested game that saw the Dons claw their way back from a first half 15 point deficit and finish their season at 20-10.

Tending to the family tree

For those of you who have an interest in your ancestry and family trees, this link might be of interest.

Computers and the Internet are helping to make genealogy one of the fastest growing hobbies in the world....

“Members of the LDS church believe families are eternal, so all our vast work of family history is directed toward binding families together for the eternities. There are many people in the community who don’t have that same goal, but are very interested in discovering who their ancestors are....“The church has always been very interested and involved in humanitarian efforts within the community. Helping everyone learn more about their family history, whether they’re church members or not, is part of that community involvement.”

... information can be accessed via Family Search, LDS’s genealogy Web site. It’s available by going to http://www.LDS.org and clicking on the Family Search icon on the main menu. “The future of genealogy is to take it out of libraries and places like this and move it to your home,” Roberts said. “There is currently a five-year project under way to convert all the microfilm and microfiche in Granite Mountain to digital....“Right now the information contained in Granite Mountain is said to equal the content of more than 130 Libraries of Congress.”

Technological advances
Roberts said the technology associated with genealogy has advanced tremendously in the last few years. He largely credits this to the increase in computer capacity, both in processing power and storage ability.
But the long-held computer axiom “garbage in, garbage out” still applies. The upcoming conference has classes designed to help beginners avoid frustration and get quick results.
“We’ll have a class called Basic Genealogy 101, which teaches you how to do basic research and what kinds of things you should be looking for,” Roberts said. “It tells about the importance of having evidence, such as birth certificates, and how to go about finding that evidence.
“We’re going to have some areas that are geared toward teenagers. We believe it’s extremely important to involve our children in our family history, because they’re the ones who will be passing the information on to future generations.
“There will be a class on oral history, and another on how to use land records to find information. We also have a class called Research Resources, which will be presented by Margaret O’Brien, who is with the Albemarle Charlottesville Historical Society.” (click on the link for more info)

Boy do I remember the beehive....didn't have it cause I never could get my hair long enough, but they were cool then. Nice picture, i mean it. ah youth!

With all this talk of Proms, I couldn't resist posting this picture. Last Fall, after my Mom passed away, we were going through boxes of old pictures and such. I discovered this picture which I had no idea was there and I hadn't seen in about, well, 45 years. Dave Edgett and myself both had girlfriends at Carlmont High in Belmont. So we had to attend their Junior Prom as well as ours as I recall.
I looked closely at my eyes in the picture and I am pretty sure I was blitzed.

Gosh Sherry, I didn't go to the Junior Prom, so have no idea what the theme song was. I spent it at Mary Helman's with a bunch of girls. Just couldn't get dates and coming up with all kinds of reasons why we really didn't want to go. Yeah, right! Actually we probably had more fun at Mary's than would have at the prom...
And John you too were a Hillsdale transport?? Didn't know that, did I know you at Hillsdale?
Linda Koetke Todd

Ok, have no idea what the heck I am doing and have no idea if this will go to the blog...but anyway, it was fun reading the notes you all had sent in already. John, I know just how you feel at those reunions, crazy getting connected in short or long fashion. It is so great that Mark and Dianne are still together! I hope to go to the 50th too.

From Gene L

John, I have two poems coming out, one just published this spring; I've purchased five hundred copies of the journal with the plan of selling them at the door of our next reunion and will do the same for the second poem when it gets to print. I have a smaller number of dissertation copies also available at the door of whatever place the class has its dinner. And I can print up copies of a talk I gave in Massachusetts this past January. Obviously, I'll discount the price to members of the Class of '63, although if people want my autograph, well...that will cost them something, including the time spent figuring out what my autograph is worth. My wife cautions that charging for it could get us into debt. What possibly could she be getting at? Go figure. Surely, I tell her, that signing with my right hand is worth something, that hand being the very one that shook the hand of Jerry Coleman, who you will remember played second base for the Yankees in the '56 World Series.
Here's the truth: in my dotage I'm getting much more interested in class issues and I've stumbled onto a book of narrative non-fiction called "Limbo" about blue-collar kids moving into the professional class. So much of it feels right, as if it is my story, one that accounts for my dis-ease and cynicism, and I'm wondering if I was the only blue-collar person in our general arena of acquaintances at Aragon or if there are others out there interested in commenting on class issues as they experienced those issues in their youth. Do white collar folks take their background for granted--the easy assuming of an acceptance of themselves (a not-having-to-change their basic sense of self) in American culture? How does one view the world if one's assumptions are based on the necessity of changing oneself...or on not having to do so?
Hmmmm...then again, maybe I just need a nap.
Best, Gene

Thank you's

Joel, thanks so much for setting this up. I was grouping the emails in a folder, but the blog is much easier.

John SP, thanks for your most interesting report on the 45th gathering last fall. I was sorry to miss it, but the notice was much too short for those of us who no longer reside in the Bay Area or even in CA. When the notice first came out in April, there was a two deadline for response!

At the 40th Reunion, I remember standing against a wall the first evening in some noisy bar looking at the sea of faces--there was a good turnout for the 40th--when the guy next to me said, "hello, John." His name tag said Mark, but, not having seen him for 40 years, I didn't immediately make the connection. It was Mark Jorgenson; Diane, his old flame and wife of decades, soon came over and we spent a few minutes catching up. Having had no athletic ability myself, then or now, I was never a team mate and never knew him very well. I used to play in the pep band, however, and knew that he had been the hero of several games. I enjoyed seeing many old friends and classmates, some just for short conversations, coming and going to our tables, and others more in depth. I will definitely plan to attend the 50th, but I hope the organizing committe will give us the dates at least a year in advance.
Greetings to all
John Evans

From Joel P

Hey Class of '63, as of tonight, 32 classmates have been invited to be authors to this blog. So far, only a few have signed up and are participating. Send it to anyone of our classmates in your distribution list to make sure we get as many as possible.

This should be fun, if we can get a good number posting.

Cheers,
Joel

From Marcia G

So, all you newspaper route guys.......my brother had one - the good old San Mateo Times. I can't tell you how many times he was "late," and I had to help fold those papers. Not to mention, that I occasionally got stuck helping him collect his fees. That, I did not like (I still don't like having to call slacking customers and ask them just when they might be planning to remember to pay). I'm not sure what caused that, since I don't remember getting paid anything - probably my mother decreeing that help was needed in keeping it all together. I didn't suffer. I always thought there was a certain symmetry and artistry to the folding of the papers. Today's papers rolled into plastic bags are so boring!

John (St. Peter) - I did not know Susan Cohn. The talented Cohn behind us that I knew was my brother Steve.....who despite being perceived by me in my teen years as a crummy little brother, has turned out to be one hell of a creative, successful and nice guy. In other words, he's a good brother! It's good when stuff like that happens! He might have known Susan.
And you were not alone in your absence from the Junior Prom. My consolation prize was that my parents - who were really smart about this
- said nothing about it, but just "happened," like it was the most ordinary thing in the world, to have tickets to a musical in San Francisco that night. How smart was that? Took me a little while to figure it out. I tried to remember stuff like that when the boys were growing up!

John (Evans) - you must have come on one of those goofy Congregational Church youth group trips to the snow - or maybe just to Camp Cazadero.
Ginny and I were laughing about the latter not too long ago, especially after getting a long and funny email remembrance from Greg Edison (3 years behind us - my brother's age) about some goofy trip involving illegal use of the stereo system to blast music over the whole camp. Hmmmmm It was very interesting to read Greg's remembrances of all our class as a group. We apparently had some positive impact of which we can, as a group, be proud - hi-jinks not withstanding!

We must all be suffering winter blahs - but keep the amusement coming!

Best, Marcia

Additional input from classmates

Gene,

Okay, three gems in a row is no longer an accident. I suspect Latin must be given its due credit for your proficiency as a wordsmith. But the inspiration for your sense of humor remains a mystery to me. You bring to mind J.D. Salinger and Holden Caulfield his fictional character, the protagonist and antihero of the 1951 novel The Catcher in the Rye.
The boy himself is at once too simple and too complex for us to make any final comment about him or his story. Perhaps the safest thing we can say about Holden is that he was born in the world not just strongly attracted to beauty but, almost, hopelessly impaled on it.—Original book jacket copy, possibly partially written by Salinger.
All in favor of Gene Laskowski for Literary Laureate of Aragon Class of 1963****, by acclamation, should weigh in at the Blog that has been created for us by Joel P.

To prove your continued worthiness of this honor Gene, there will be the customary and periodic submission of your literary talent in the form of pre-released novels, screenplays, poems etc. As with novelist and playwright Harold Pinter and poet and painter Lawrence Ferlinghetti your politics will be viewed with indifference.

Sadly you and Jeri are 'Two for the Road'. I am friends with Capt. Smitty, party boat skipper of the Riptide out of Half Moon Bay who scatters ashes at sea. I know Point Lobos to be a befitting place of rest.

John

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John, I would be willing to risk a life of crime on the lamb to get a Joe DiMaggio SF Seals autotgraph. I'm wondering if you could attach a floor plan of your home with indication of where you keep that particular baseball and perhaps even some sense of when you and your wife are not home and whether or not you have an alarm system. Also it's good to know that your memory is fading along with the rest of ours: Larson was a Yankee (remember the photo of Yogi Berra leaping into his arms?). HA! This is the first and undoubtedly the last time I will have occasion redirect your memory, and this is particularly true since your memory of Aragon is razor sharp and mine is so muddled, although with a little prompting I could conjure up Jorgenson's shot from the top of the key. You who were athletes learned something about excellence and risk that I did not. We are off in a few hours to Carmel and, more importantly, Point Lobos. My sister died this past September and we will scatter her ashes there, and dedicate a bench in memory of my father whose ashes we also scattered there. Well, I will go iron my trousers for the trip and ponder whether I should wear them rolled.

Best,
Gene (Laskowski)


I was so lost, alienated, and fearful in high school that I could hardly find my way to Aragon, let alone to a prom. So it was not a Happy-Days-down-at-the- malt-shop-doing-the-bop experience, although had I had that experience I probably would have ended up a Republican. I did find myself driving by a certain young woman's house on occasion when I had my dad's Tempest V-8 convertible, hoping she would somehow be outside. The closest I can get to a prom is humming to my wife as we dance in the driveway when we get back from Showcase Cinema, although now that seems enough. Would that I had heard that music under these stars back then.

John (Evans), I too am a paper-route veteran although I retired early, and I think triumphantly, when we moved from Salinas to San Mateo. I came to think of myself as strong in middle relief, pitching fold-and-tucked copies of the "Salinas Californian" so that they exploded against the front doors of customers. This may be the genesis of my collection of autographed baseballs of great pitchers, the prized one being Johnny Podres from the '55 Dodger World Series victories--finally--over the Yankees. I thought perhaps the Tigers would contact me, given their troubles last summer, but Spring Training has opened and so far they haven't contacted me. Maybe I need an agent. Well, at least I bought a new mitt last summer...and a pitch-back. The sight of a 63-year-old adult throwing a baseball to a pitch-back may have the quality of the pathetic for some, but to me it's an aesthetic experience. Our Spring Break starts this Saturday and Jeri and I are off to Carmel and Point Lobos. We've had so much snow and gray in Ann Arbor that we're ready for anything that even borders on sunshine.

Initial Post with Input from a number of Classmates

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Greetings Dons and Madonnas,

In an email to Joel Pelzner I wrote:

Subject: Aragon Celebrates #45 at Burlingame Brew Pub...

Chrissy, (my wife of 16 years), and I attended along with 50 + or - other Aragon grads from the class of '63. I'm sorry you couldn't attend. The affair occupied one-half of the pool room at the Station House Brewery. Roey Berman handed out name tags and collected $20/head for the buffet consisting of shish kabobs, barbequed chicken wings, pasta and salad among other tasty items. I knew most of the guests only by the familiarity of their names which should have been written in black magic marker. Seemed as though everyone was squinting at each other from the neck down.

But who could miss Brice Pearson strolling through the door for his first reunion ever. I introduced myself and he didn't recognize my name or presence/membership on the championship varsity basketball team that marked the coming of age of Aragon sports. Straight from Idaho, Brice later offered a toast to a class brought together once again. Oh well, Mark Jorgenson remembered me and also my next door neighbor Arjuna Laisne who has taken over the varsity coaching job at Aragon at the young age of 26. Arjuna, like Mark, was all county and the driving force behind a 27 game winning streak for Hillsdale several years ago. I reminisced with Mark about the shot he made from the top of the key with no time left on the clock to beat Hillsdale at Hillsdale--one of the vicarious highlights of my sport's career as a team member and as a spectator from the bench. Aragon went on to post season play in the Stanford Tournament and lost by just 2 point to St. Elizabeths the eventual winner. Mark was accompanied by Diane his wife of many decades and perennial reunion attendees. I continue to attend the very spirited home and away rivalry between the Knights and the Dons.

I was one of the few that was pried away from Hillsdale to fill out the sophomore roster at Aragon. Initially making friends was a challenge but sports combined with mutual classes closed the gap quickly. In addition to your (Joel's) friendship associated with basketball, I formed that high school bond most closely with Bill Trudgian, Dick Radez, Phil Abrams and Allen Bennett who together also formed the core of our poker group. (Mark participated too in these diversions which sometimes included liquid refreshments of the restricted to minors variety). I wasn't surprised by their absence and knew in advance that Phil would be involved with Gary Tobin's son's wedding.

(Most of you) would remember Dana Williams and Cliff Glidden. I had interesting conversations with each of them. Bob Bazell's name came up as one who had not attended an Aragon reunion. As NBC News' Chief Science and Health Correspondent who could not have seen him on TV. After the 40th reunion I visited Mark Skolnick in Salt Lake City as part of our vacation in Utah. He gave me the royal tour of Myriad and Theradoc two companies he founded years ago. In my estimation he has been the most successful of our class. Google him and you'll see why. I was disappointed that he would not attend as rsvp'ed.

Since the last reunion I had gotten to know Joyce Ferguson. Chrissy and I had visited her at her Berkeley hills home and attended a folk concert where she played bass. She is an expert English gardener and accomplished photographer. Several people took pictures last night but I would bet that Joyce's have the best composition.

Nancy Feldstein was very recognizable and I had an extended conversation with her interesting husband. They met at UCSF Medical Center probably as the result of his being a doctor there. Steve is a New Yorker, trained at Mass General Hospital and formerly practiced delivering babies from complicated pregnancies. Ultimately, the pressure he experienced from having to make split second decisions in the operating room forced him to retire. I'm convinced that stress is the number one detractor from our health. Now he plays saxophone and clarinet for musicals staged up and down the peninsula.

A topic of conversation was the financial crisis and the recent drop in value of '401k' retirement accounts; several mentioned their responsibilities in taking care of their aging parents now in their late eighties and some in their early nineties. Not much mention was made of the election.
Several classmates brought their significant others. I approached one who turned out to be Jan Garrett's husband. They live near Davis and he is an environmental scientist working on a variety of issues including the health of the 'delta'. It wasn't too long before Jan and Peggy Paul joined us. I knew Jan would be taken off guard when I mentioned, "I was disappointed that I was too late in asking you to go the Junior Prom." I was politely turned down by Marty Stevens and Pat Richards who also had dates with guys from San Mateo HS. Can't say that I didn't try to go to the Junior Prom.

I knew that Peggy had been friends with Carol Gillespie who was a classmate of mine in fifth grade at Beresford Park Elementary. On one of my few high school dates, Carol and I along with a couple from HIllsdale went to see Ray Charles at the San Jose Civic Auditorium. (That was the summer when Georgia on My Mind and Hit the Road Jack were smash hits). It was an experience being ten percent of the audience then where it is ninety nine percent at most events I attend now. According to Peggy, Carol has been a corporate lawyer.

I approached Ginger MacDougall and she quickly mentioned that she had been a dental patient of my father's. Of our parents, only her mother survives in good health. She proudly takes no medications. Even though I didn't know her too well, there was much to talk about. She has two sons, one married who teaches English in Japan. Sadly her husband died last year at the age of 64 from a heart attack after the doctors thought they had everything under control. She lives in Turlock. Several of the attendees were living in the San Joaquin Valley.

So Joel, all in all it was quite a satisfying evening. Sorry I missed you on this one but I'm already looking forward to the next one! ~~~~~~~~

Returning to the "Remember when" thread:

To Gene: I have a very limited collection of autographed baseballs. My prize is a Joe DiMaggio which my Dad got at a San Francisco Seals game prior to the Giants coming West. I remember listening to Dodger Don Larsen's perfect game in the 1956 Series against the Yankees on the way to Disneyland and Willie May's over the shoulder catch of Vic Wertz's liner in the 1954 Series against the Indians. What a great choice of locales to vacation, Carmel and Point Reyes. It's hard to beat the California coast for scenery.

To Mark, Gene, John and Sherry: My first experience with snow was at the age of 7 on a toboggan near Donner Pass. The first time I saw falling snow was Thanksgiving 1963 in Boston. The first experience I had shoveling snow was the following day. I skied for the first time at Flagstaff's Arizona Snowbowl. An Air Force buddy of mine convinced me to give it a try. After about 2 hours on the beginner's/bunny slope practicing snowplows, I reluctantly followed him to the T-Bar Lift. I wasn't used to stepping in front of moving objects and like a three year old anticipating his first step onto an escalator, found myself rising quickly in altitude. Yes, I fell many times before getting to the bottom of that 'intermediate slope' where I suffered the discomfort of wet jeans. But probably more pertinent to this experiment in balance and uncontrolled motion, I returned to do it again ...and again.

To Mark: Remember that summer expedition to Yosemite with your sister and a few of her Berkeley friends. No one could recall whether the ham we picked up at the corner grocery store for sandwiches had been cooked or not. To be perfectly safe from the perceived risk of trichinosis, there was a vomiting behind the pines. That was the summer when madras was all the rage.

To Marcia: There was another very bright and talented Cohn that followed a few classes behind us. Did you know Susan? We have become friends with Susan and her brother Michael who married one of Chrissy's best friends, a Capuchino grad and classmate of celebrity Suzanne Somers. Thanks for your very interesting and well written family history. Whoever said that correspondence is a lost art?

To all: The National Parks are a great American resource. By all means take advantage of them. We do.

Recommend reading:

Outliers: The Story of Success by Malcolm Gladwell Why do some people succeed, living remarkably productive and impactful lives, while so many more never reach their potential? Challenging our cherished belief of the "self-made man," he makes the democratic assertion that superstars don't arise out of nowhere, propelled by genius and talent: "they are invariably the beneficiaries of hidden advantages and extraordinary opportunities and cultural legacies that allow them to learn and work hard and make sense of the world in ways others cannot." Examining the lives of outliers from Mozart to Bill Gates, he builds a convincing case for how successful people rise on a tide of advantages, "some deserved, some not, some earned, some just plain lucky."

Thanks for inviting me to 'join the party' Mark. Sometimes the best things in life include memories from the past.

Your turn.

Pass the popcorn.

John St. Peter laserlefty@aol.com
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John, I too am a paper-route veteran although I retired early, and I think triumphantly, when we moved from Salinas to San Mateo. I came to think of myself as strong in middle relief, pitching fold-and-tucked copies of the "Salinas Californian" so that they exploded against the front doors of customers. This may be the genesis of my collection of autographed baseballs of great pitchers, the prized one being Johnny Podres from the '55 Dodger World Series victories--finally--over the Yankees. I thought perhaps the Tigers would contact me, given their troubles last summer, but Spring Training has opened and so far they haven't contacted me. Maybe I need an agent. Well, at least I bought a new mitt last summer...and a pitch-back. The sight of a 63-year-old adult throwing a baseball to a pitch-back may have the quality of the pathetic for some, but to me it's an aesthetic experience.

Our Spring Break starts this Saturday and Jeri and I are off to Carmel and Point Lobos. We've had so much snow and gray in Ann Arbor that we're ready for anything that even borders on sunshine. Best, Gene (Laskowski)
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Hello all, My original message has generated quite a response. Great to hear from Mark. When he didn't respond initially I wondered whether I had his corect email. I'm writing this message from Estes Park Co where Jeanne and I are enjoying a winter vacation. We've been coming to the Rockies for a snow fix for four years, since snow is so scarce in DC area. Today we were treking in the falling snow on snow shoes, of course, in the Rocky Mountain Nat'l Park at about 9500 ft. Interesting that Mark brought up the high school snow trips and so many responded. Somehow, I was never part of those trips. I don't remember how they were organized. Frankly, I probably couldn't afford them in those days.

I'm on a shared computer and don't have much time. Picking up on a couple of comments, Nancy is back from France, a couple of weeks now I think. Sherry, I had a paper route, too! Hope you all are enjoying the memories. Just seeing your names brings back many for me.

John (Evans)
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And the list keeps growing!!! This is great!?

I do remember the ski trips, but along with Mark I remember the fun on the bus.? Skiing was always a challenge for me....I was much better at getting the hot chocolate!? And later on in life, there was no snow in the Dominican Republic although it does have the highest peak in the Greater Antilles (Pico Duarte at over 10,000 ft) and in Florida you can't even find a hill!? Does anyone remember making go-carts?? I know my father slaved away on mine!?

I'll also go along with you on the music(?) of today.....lyrics you can't understand and when you can, you wish you couldn't!? Thanks for the tip about jazz on KCSM.....my husband and I both like jazz.? Speaking of music, does everyone know about Gail and her drumming???? I am looking forward to meeting up with her this week while she visits Miami Beach!?

As for us getting into mischievous things.....who remembers sneaking into Hillsdale before a game and putting GO DONS messages in all their lockers!? And how about those study nights at the library (?)....mostly spent driving around in Dr. Mottrams VW beetle.....hey Nancy (we haven't heard from her.....I know she was in France, but I think she should be back by now.? And our Halloweens were filled with such pranks as water balloons, TPing houses, or writing on windows with soap and maybe a couple of eggs or tomatoes here and there.? Also remember the "jobs" we had....like the car washes.....think John C. was the only one I knew who had a paper route....we haven't heardfrom him either and I'm sure he has some goodies to share.??? Do high school kids still sign year books??I know I treasure my last "El Tesoro".

And the dancing classes and the spring and winter cotillions, and special places for dinners (like the Lanai) at the Villa Hotel.? Can anyone remember the theme of our junior prom?And no fair digging out the scrapbook from 1962!? Yikes, that was really a LONG time ago!!! Sherry (Hemming Garcia)
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Hey Mark, Thanks for the plug.? I will not add anyone to my distribution list, which already includes JSP and a number of other Aragon classmates, unless they send me an email indicating that they would like to be added.
Cheers,

Joel P

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Good to hear from you.

If you want to be on two great email lists from Aragon High that I've beenenjoying since our 40th reunion,

... ask John St. Peter to add you to his. He goes by Laserlefty@aol.com, adouble entendre, tennis lefty of some note, and more significantly John hasdiscovered a strong political left side. His stuff is great.

And Joel Pelzner, mostly humor, mostly hilarious, and some of it very jewish.

I'm adding Peggy Paul (now Sullivan) and Joyce Ferguson to the email list, as I've also been in touch with them.

I'd like to add a few "remember these" es.

First of all, be careful which banana slugs you salt, some of them may be UCSC alumni.

Do you remember wooden skis, leather boots, and bear claw bindings. In my junior year I bought my first epoxy skis, kneissel white stars, and the rear binding was a long leather strap called a long thong... I think a long thongis something very different today.

Do you remember ski trips to tahoe, as much fun in the bus as on the slopes.

Do you remember music in our day. Dance class. Close dancing to Johnny Mathes? Folk music and bluegrass. Later, the San Francisco rock scene: Grateful Dead, Quicksilver Messenger Service, Big Brother and the HoldingCompany, Jefferson Airplane. Not to mention Jimmy Hendrix. Winterland. TheFillmore Auditorium. The pan handle and the haight.

Are you into satellite radio. It's great in the car. Anyone who likes bluegrass should try Xmradio bluegrass junction, channel 14. The disk jockeys are knowledgeable musicians, and the selections are great. Some classics and some new stuff with a high level of musicianship and is callednew grass.

Remember what we did to rebel. Today it's all about tatoos and protruding metal objects from places you would hardly think of piercing. And what a pharmacopia.

Remember when we thought our parents were out of touch for not understanding our music and how we said we would never be like that. Well, I can't stand most of the music that they're putting out now.

Pass the popcorn ! !

Your turn.

Mark Skolnick