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Stumble it!
Hmmm .. i wish i could forget my school time.
Only names i remember is from the asshats that bullied me.
I just had my own 30th high school class reunion and although I am terrible with names (I remember faces better than names), I was surprised when I saw people I hadn’t seen in 30 years walk in the door and had instant recall of their name.
Been there, done that. Funny thing is how many of them I have since read about in police blotters and obituaries… ain’t karma wonderful?
I have a few classmates who didn’t make it to the reunion who were otherwise living challenged. Three I know are no longer with us (2 from the big C and one killed doing his job) and a fourth rumored to be departed yet I can find no record of it. Now, if they had gone to school in Willow’s Grove, they could have made it to the reunion regardless of their status 😉
Oh for fudge sake! I have to moderate my own comments now? LOL, serves me right for replying to my reader’s comments from the actual page and not signing on as the admin (which is the same…damn…username…and….info). Security for security’s sake is not security.