High school was so long ago, I think I have purged all memories of those times. Maybe it was remaining in school until they kicked me out with a Ph.D and I had to cram in so much stuff of little interest to normal people. I know things about insects or bugs which nobody cares about!! Or maybe it was because I inhaled. I have not maintained much contact with anybody since I left the area within 2 years after high school graduation. I do remember seeing one of our class leaders stoned out of his mind at a party in Tucson about 4 years after HS but his identify will remain secret (unless he wants to admit it). I noticed he was missing on the list.
I look down the list and there are many names of individuals who suffered through many years of school with me starting in the first grade at Broadmore elementry. How did we ever make it? I still sport the pencil mark stab wound from Cathy Woodward during the 5th grade ( I am sure I deserved it).
Mark Rispoli: You and I go way back. Maybe to the first grade.
How many of our class had to serve in Vietnam? I lucked out with a lottery number of 360. Did we lose anybody in Vietnam other than Peter Staddon?
So, if anybody wants to exchange email and share their version of dirt on me or other interesting stuff, I have provided my email.
Now back to those college students, research and stuff the real world thinks is weird.
High school was so long ago, I think I have purged all memories of those times. Maybe it was remaining in school until they kicked me out with a Ph.D and I had to cram in so much stuff of little interest to normal people. I know things about insects or bugs which nobody cares about!! Or maybe it was because I inhaled. I have not maintained much contact with anybody since I left the area within 2 years after high school graduation. I do remember seeing one of our class leaders stoned out of his mind at a party in Tucson about 4 years after HS but his identify will remain secret (unless he wants to admit it). I noticed he was missing on the list.
I look down the list and there are many names of individuals who suffered through many years of school with me starting in the first grade at Broadmore elementry. How did we ever make it? I still sport the pencil mark stab wound from Cathy Woodward during the 5th grade ( I am sure I deserved it).
Mark Rispoli: You and I go way back. Maybe to the first grade.
How many of our class had to serve in Vietnam? I lucked out with a lottery number of 360. Did we lose anybody in Vietnam other than Peter Staddon?
So, if anybody wants to exchange email and share their version of dirt on me or other interesting stuff, I have provided my email.
Now back to those college students, research and stuff the real world thinks is weird.
Elson
Hey Elson...Good to read your post and I am sure we go back to First Grade. In some ways it does seem like a lome time ago and in a galaxy far, far away, then other times, it seems like a blink.
Cheers,
Mark
Hey man, I dont think what you do is so wierd, I mess up moth mating with sex phermones and sterile moths!! I'm part of a pink bollworm eradication program for the Az cotton growers. Everybody has to eat and wear underwear.
I was in Viet Nam in 1971 and 1972 Elson. Staddon would run into the station I worked at and say hi, when he was running down Priest. I wished I could hug him. As I read his story on the Viet Nam Memorial Website. A friend of his in Viet Nam that Peter Served with wrote a few words to him making Peter a Hero. I am so glad to be alive, I had some pretty close calls over there. My Lottery Number was 71. We spent a lot of Saturdays and Sundays together Elson back then. Glad to see you have a PhD.
I really did not want to be in the Infantry, so I Enlisted for three years to get Aviation Mechanics School. I worked on the Unscheduled Huey Helicopter Maintenance Crew, and can pretty much take a Huey Helicopter apart and put it together blind folded. I am still in touch with many of my old friends from Viet Nam.
Elson,
You have always been brilliant, so I am not surprized to hear you have a PhD. Yes, there are many of us that go way back together at Broadmor Elementary and McKemey Jr. High. Many of us actualy went from Kindergarten through college together.
Jerry: I new you had to be pretty smart, too. I love cotton. (To wear, not eat) Weren't you in the dairy business? Or did you leave that when you left your parent's place? I married (now divorced) a dairyman. What a tough business. We stayed in that business for 12 years after we married and then sold to the government buy out. What is interesting is that our old place is now an extremely modern dairy in which the milk cows stay on pastuer, come into the milk barn when they want to be milked, and are milked by robots. Of course they have the computer tags for their feed during milking. The milking parlor is underground. I haven't actually seen the place, but my son has and told me about it. I do not miss the dairy, but I REALLY miss the farming, especially alfalfa.
It will be great to see you and Christie. It sounds like you have been extremely busy with family and business. Good for you!
I really am grateful to all you guys that served in Viet Nam. I was so far removed from it all. I was just a carefree college student. Thanks for all your sacrafices and hard work.
Elson, you are so typical of people who earn an advanced education. You take it for granted. Also, of smart people. You never appretiate yourself. It takes a lot of perserverance and work to get a master's and PhD.
Bah, it is a scary world. I did not have to venture out into it until I was almost 35. By then, I was grown up and could handle it. Actually, I suggested to my wife that after a Ph.D, I should then go to law school. She threatened to divorce me so I went and got a job. Interviewed at several universities before hired by Cornell.
