Last time I told you about meeting up with a bunch of old grammar school classmates.
Now, as an extra added conveyance back to the past, here are some notable scribblings from my graduation autograph book; proof of sorts that these people really did exist.
If you ever went to Catholic school back in the 60's, this will look familiar to you, as will, I'm sure, many of the sentiments scratched on it's colorful pages.
Hey, what more could you expect from a bunch of super cool, 14 year old, pre-hippie, hipsters.
We begin with Adolpho who, I believe, was the first clever person, ever, to think of calling me "Brian Baloney". While obviously one of our more creative wits, Adolpho took a blow to the head from a batted baseball during our 7th grade field trip, and subsequently developed an insatiable appetite for paper. He went on to work in recycling.
Wait...how did this one get in here...?
Back then, Joanne was and from what I understand, still is as slim and fit as they come. The problem was I was still working on my "game" back then and I was stuck in my Don Rickles phase...which I expect will end sometime soon.
Gotta go. A bell just rang, which means I have to go walk around the hall in a circle, for some odd reason. Some kind of Pavlovian response I've never been able to shake.
No....what's up with that???
Better hurry before they're ALL GONE...which is a lie because they'll never be all gone...never....
So why not buy one just to reward my forthrightness..ness...ness?
You might even enjoy it.
And spread the word...cuz nobody else is....
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