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Hi Jan and Carol,
 
Thanks for your note and update. I enjoyed the websites. Ours:
 
I fished the Madison years ago with a guide from Madison River Outfitters and a friend from West Denver TU. Looks like the same place as one of your photos.
 
Katie and I will go to Pinedale around May 29, then back here for finishing this season's teaching the first week of June. Then I can stay up there until October, but I have to go to Downers Grove from time to time to help out my parents.
 
For several years we reserved some space at Roosevelt Lodge in Yellowstone, did the Lamar, Slough crk, Hellroaring crk, and lots of the little creeks too. I wrote a story last summer about the time I was fishing at Buffalo Ford on the Yellowstone river when the buffalo forded. I was smack dab in the middle of the migration, with water within inches of the tops of my chest waders!!! Dumbfounded! Wrote another one about the time I nearly blew up my camper, and family inside, at the Madison Campground. All true, for sure.
 
Here is that fish, and Mark giving thanks,
 
Best!
 
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Those of you who've seen my videos on FB have seen the halfway point of the highlight of my summer days here in Pacifica, CA. From our place I bicycle ride south 'bout a block or so and head west 'bout 1/2 mile past the horse pasture and down the bike path... then I cross the highway... partly for the adrenaline rush... and head north a block or so 'til I'm at Pacifica State Beach... then I head north 1/2 mile or so 'til I'm 'bout halfway (well... almost) up a pretty steep hill (5 tiers past the 2nd bench)... oh, yeah... in high gear. When I get this far it's good to stop and smell the rolling surf... or at least try to catch a breath! Lotta times I take photos... and or videos. Then I head down the hill spheres out... and retrace 'til I get to the Blvd. where I search for the morning Chronicle in a machine at the shopping center somewheres... there's 3 of them... so I don't have to pay sales tax in one of the stores... I love it... I do it the rest of the year, too!
... but here goes...

Summer in Clarendon Hills, Il through the '60's meant the Lions Club pool managed by Ginny's dad, Mr. Green... her brother Skip and a friend fell off a moped travelling south on Rose Pl. crossing Waverly Ave. I lived two houses west on the south side of Waverly. I watched them slide at least 20-30 ft. on their Levis with the 1/4" cuff... it was wild... I forget what year that was.

Took swimming lessons at the Willowsprings pool out south there somerheres from a redhead named Judy... she let me go up on the 3 meter board my second lesson... I dove off! My mother was freakin' out! Anyway... she moved to CH pool the next year... and her brother (Punch & Judy) was Leif 'Punch' Ericson... some of you may have heard of him... saw many awesome diving exhibitions by him at the annual show at the end of the pool season... Tina Schreiber and Lynne Murray were in the sychronized swimming... and the swim meets where Ginny Allison had somewhat of a competitive swimming career... and I think Doug Malin dove. Mike Leahy tried a 3 meter cutaway and hit his head on the end of the board... I goofed around with the Gardners and we used to do backflips off the side of the pool 'til someone told me my head was 'bout an inch from the concrete... then we moved to the diving boards. Believe it or not I could do a 1 1/2 from the 3 meter board... and I could splash. Punch could go from the 3 meter probably from any dive... land on the 1 meter... and probably do any dive... at the apex of which... he'd turn into 'Goofy', twist his head, make a face... and spit out water!!! Seemed like sometime every summer someone would drag out a trampoline and there would be Suzy Lillig doing 13... 14?... 15?... backflips in a row... and Ringling Bros. Circus would come and set up on the grounds... and the Boy Scouts would camp out there and whatever else it was.

 OMG... then it was... like... after 8th grade!! CH pool night-life... everybody hanging out trying to be cool... Marcia Theidel waiting around for Jeff Edwards... Joel King pressured me into going down the hill to Johnson's slew next to the Stitzers' house 'twixt the trees and stuff 'cause he was gonna let me have it for going to Riverview with Lynne Murray... and the Faulkner boys were with him... scared the hell out of me but no one got hurt.
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Robert Hess

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Gerry Larson's son, daughter, and grandson
Gerry Larson's son, daughter, and grandson
Gerry Larson's Grandson
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Hinsdale Summers               
 
God gave the gift of memory that I might close my eyes and see the ones I love, and who love me. (Buxbaum, Martin. Whispers in the Wind.)
 
My parents, the original vagabonds, were living on Washington Street when I was born. They eventually moved 11 times before my senior year at HTHS, but I was in Hinsdale when I was in the 4th grade. That was the start of my summers there.
                                                                                                  
My parents built a house that was next door to Linda Chapel and Larry German’s backyard. You should see what’s on that lot now. Debbie Dorway lived close by as did Don Amudsen, Ginny Green, and Brian Sullivan. Gay Robbins wasn’t far, and neither was Doug Beitler, or Laurel Martlock. I didn’t invite many people over because we didn’t have furniture except for a card table in the kitchen, a dining room table, and beds.   
 
I became friends with Barb Stannard and Joan Gamble first. We used to throw softballs over their houses and yell, “Ollie, Ollie in free”. And, of course, ride our bikes all over. Then I met Barb Olsen and her dad taught me how to whistle with my fingers. I helped my brother, Jim, and a few other boys dig a “tunnel house” near Barb O’s house. (Yes, it was underground and a ton of fun!) And I’d go to the swimming pool in Clarendon Hills too.  I had many a bad sunburn playing around there or just being outside. One of my sister’s boyfriends held my head under water and I never went back. 
 
The neatest carnivals were held on the land by Madison Grade School. I could only go on rides one time because my parents couldn’t afford more than that with 4 kids running around. And I did run! I always entered the races at the carnival and I always won them. I still have the ribbons.  Someone told me that people lost money there especially after the fireworks, so I’d get up really early and ride my bike to the school. All alone, I searched the grounds and the hill, and I found all sorts of money. My brother Jim fell behind one of the game tents and gashed his hand. (I tried to stop the gushing of blood with my hands. YIKES!) And that summer and the next one, I loved Mike Mason and we went Dutch treat to the movies. But I also loved – just loved.  
 
I was in many musicals at the Community House during the summers between 4th and 8th grades.  Let’s see, there was Carousel, Li’l Abner, The King and I, and many others. That was the beginning of my love for musicals and that was when I began to play the piano by ear. 
 
By 7th grade, my summers were spent practicing gymnastics, and being a really good Unicyclist. (Right, Rog?)  I also was on the Wrens Softball team.   (You may have heard that the Susie League, was names after some lady’s daughter? Wrong). Steve Caro became my best friend and one summer he (we) won a bike by guessing the number of beans in a huge gym shoe that was in the window of the Shoe Tree. The deal was that if either of us won, we both “owned” the tandem bike. Those summers were filled with gymnastics practice and running around town, or riding my bike or the tandem bike everywhere.  I was never home – that wasn’t such a nice place – and I loved finding new places all alone. And I loved going to Jimmie’s Deli for ice cream sandwiches. 
 
Augie Ostrum was my boyfriend in 6th grade and that summer, he taught me how to play a “rock” song on his piano. We moved from the house on Madison to a house on Grant that summer too. (My family stayed there until I moved after our 9th grade to Orlando, Florida.) Joanne Clark lived around the corner and Tim Staley and Trudy were just down the block and Miss Riley was near us too.  Steve C. and I would sneak smokes right from under my mother’s eyes (Pall Mall Unfiltered! YUCK!) and walk to the Lutheran Church just down the block to smoke them. I was still in gymnastics meets and playing softball and riding my bike all over. And Scott Keyes and I “played” at Bronswood cemetery near his house.  It wasn’t called that then.  I so loved Kris’ glass house that was across from Sarah Findley’s home. I still have the little perfume bottle that Sarah’s dad gave me. 
 
Annette Aubuchon and I were great friends through out junior high school and we would climb in that outside fire drill tube at Monroe Elementary and slide down it, but only after she played her Xylophone for me.   I shared that tube with Steve C. and we’d climb up and slide a million times before we had to be practicing gymnastics at a park nearby. Sometimes, I was invited to swim in Bay Nieman’s pool or play at Helen’s house. 
 
And the summers were the best time to be gone from 7 a.m. until it was dark outside. And I was. Anything not be at home and most of you never knew that. But the summers came and the summers went and I moved to Florida. My two summers there were magical and I got my driver’s license and drove to Daytona Beach with my friends. We’d “cruise” Steak ‘n’ Shake, sneak into drive-In movies, or jump on our in-ground trampoline. 
 
Florida was where I learned about and first went to a Young Life Club meeting and it was at one meeting that I knew who had been talking to me and watching over me since I was 5 years old. God told me then, as He does now, that everything would be okay, “I am with you always”.  I went to one Young Life Camp after my junior year and I continued working with YL playing my guitar and singing with and for teenagers for almost 30 years. 
 
I moved back to Hinsdale the summer before our senior year and I spent a lot of time that summer just playing my guitar and learning songs. My parents told me that I had to move so that my brother Jim could continue his gymnastics and because someone needed to be with him to “watch over” him when my dad was out of town. (Yea, that would work!)  Jim would go on to be a champion gymnast for Hinsdale. 
 
I renewed friendships, made new friends, and played my guitar at Leslie Scott’s or Julie Vaughan’s house and Frank broke up with me (right after our prom trip to Galena!) and that summer I would work with my dad in Chicago. And then, we were off to college. I worked with my dad the following summer and that was it. I never had another summer in Hinsdale after that. 
 
The innocence, the idealism, the idyllic Hinsdale that I knew and viewed from a child’s eye was gone and yet, the spirit of it is still there for me and I suspect for many others of us as well. All those memories come back to me any time I drive there. There are new businesses, bigger homes, and all sorts of things look different. Belluomini’s, where my mom sent me to get her wine and cigarettes, is still there. The apartment building that I lived in when we were seniors is still there. The outdoor tube is gone and you have to have some sort of permit after a certain time to get to Madison Street from Ogden Avenue if you want to go to Bronswood. I go there quite often now because my oldest sister is buried there. 
 
I was more than fortunate to have lived among you and in Hinsdale for a time. We were all more than fortunate and I appreciate and love the continued friendship I have with Marilyn, Steve, Annette, Ginny, and many others. Those were the days, my friend, we thought they’d never end; those were the days, oh, yes those were the days.  But those Hinsdale summer days did end and we all moved on. 

Sue Lillig Brien

The Four of Us
The Four of Us
Singing in a talent show in college (I won :) )
Singing in a talent show in college (I won :) )
Always Singing
Always Singing
Softball Player and Coach
Softball Player and Coach
Some of the 500 at my wedding
Some of the 500 at my wedding
Singing at Church
Singing at Church
Annette and me
Annette and me
Todd Then
Todd Then
Todd Now
Todd Now
My 60th!
My 60th!
With 2 day old grandson, Brien
With 2 day old grandson, Brien
Janice, Anne, Liz, and Marilyn-40th Reunion
Janice, Anne, Liz, and Marilyn-40th Reunion
A Snapshot of Friends
A Snapshot of Friends
Marilyn and me
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Jeez … Summer 2010 was a LONG time ago. I have to think.
 
Oh, yeah …
  
Went camping in North Texas in some State Park and proved that our car tent CAN remain attached to the vehicle in a tornado … although people cannot remain inside tent due to the amount of stinging water being blown through the tent fabric. Long night.
 
 
Planted a whole mess of trees and other green things at our casita in Atenas, Costa Rica. Hopefully they’ll grow like weeds and some should start producing by 2012. “Come on mangos!”
 
  
Did a lot of Geocaching in several states and two countries. Also placed several new caches employing the most devious cache hiding devices we could find. That’s a “nano cache” between my fingers. It contains a nearly microscopic login sheet and is devilishly hard to find when squirreled into a hidey hole in a stone wall.  <tee hee>
 
 
Laughed ourselves silly when we found this sign on the front door of the Bank of Chappell Hill, TX., where the owner of the bank is stating that he encourages people who are “packin” to bring those firearms into the bank. I guess he must feel safer if every citizen in the bank is armed. (?)
 
  
Acquired a potfull of sharp objects for my collection … and didn’t cut myself more than 8 or 10 times, ALL Summer!
  
  
Messed with a few of the grandkids. Some visited us. Some we had to go track down. Some are too far away and we don’t get to see them much.
 
 
Went on a micro-cruise, just to see what we could sea.
 
Made chorizo sausage from scratch, stuffing into (yum) pig gut. [But, it tasted great]

But, Summer’s over and we’re just sitting around, surfing the Net and getting ready to think about commencing to prepare to get started getting rid of junk and “stuff” we don’t want to move to Costa Rica when we retire next year. Eeeesh, there’s a lot to go through.
 
Bored yet?
 
John Wegner
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THEN:  Started by spending most all of my summer in Northern Wisconsin at my grandparents.  Chased frogs, turtles, learned and developed a life-long love for fishing. Spent a lot of quality time with my best friend, my dad, golfing and fishing in Canada. Into high school things changed as illegal( I think)  football get togethers, mowing lawns, and the miraculous change of female classmates from looking like little boys, to getting  some fantastic bumps in the right places shifted  my focus to staying more in Hinsdale.  Poker games with the guys,  dates to the Indiana Dunes, drive in movies(the pits), and the anticipation of John Imrie showing up at our refrigerator during two-a-days to wow my mother with his capacity for her pot roast, all still are fond memories. I remember writing long handwritten letters(how did we live without text and E?) to the girl of the moment as they vacationed at their grandmothers( Katie Lutz, Betsy Drennen, Barb Olsen, are you still out there?)
NOW  A typical summer now is taken up with fishing, skeet shooting tournaments, travel (Vegas, Savannah, Chicago, Argentina this year.), and the care and feeding of my world famous vegetable garden.  Did a Chicago/Doobie Brothers concert this year. Last child headed to college this Aug.(can someone loan me $10.00 til payday??????)  I think I'm, after 40 years, finally learning to relax and smell the roses. 
 
Looking forward to seeing everybody again in two years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!     Kirby Layman
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I'M STILL SETTING THE STYLES:
GEEZER STYLE
BECOMES
WEEZER STYLE
Ed Ledding

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What did I accomplish this summer? Well, let’s see …
I taught my youngest grandson, Gunner, how to stick out his tongue.
By the time I sent him back to his parents he could stick it out flat or fat on the spot. :-)
I did quite a few high altitude hikes in Summit County, Colorado.
I’m sure glad Hess, Hartnov, Elgin, Conway and Giles decided to go to Colorado State so I could follow them out here.  I’ve been in love with Colorado ever since.
And last, but not least, Jim Hess and I got together this fall for a little pheasant hunting in South Dakota. Something we have been talking about doing for the last 40 years. This is a picture of us with my grandson Brady, Jim’s son Cole and a non-Hinsdale friend of ours.
 
Hope all the rest of you had a great summer! And I look forward to seeing everyone at the next reunion!
Tom Hanke

 
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Greetings to my 1967 Classmates,
 
I live in Northern California, where nearly every morning my husband and I hike up into the Marin Headlands, part of the Golden Gate Recreation Area outside of San Francisco and over the Golden Gate Bridge.  So my story about summer 2010 is about enjoying California.  Venturing out in our 1997 VW Eurovan Camper, we’ll seek adventure, serenity, and beauty.  I will attach some of pictures from Mt. Lassen Volcanic National Park, the Sonoma Coast, and Mono Hot Springs in the Southern Sierras. 
 
I love visiting the National Parks and Mt. Lassen Volcanic National Park is a treasure.  Not as popular as some of the others, but it offers great hiking with views of sleeping volcanoes.  There is nothing like a volcanic eruption to shake things up a bit, changing the landscape forever and the last big explosion in Lassen was in 1918.
 
Hope sharing my summer adventures finds you in good health and enjoying life!
 
Go 67ers!
 
Karen Conway Hubble 
 
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Not sure my summers were all that exciting or at least exciting enough to write about - but while attending Hinsdale High School, I spent many of my summer days on a lake in Michigan. Having been born and raised somewhat in Muskegon Michigan, my family usually went to a lake where we boated, swam, skiied, fished, rode horses and had a great time. My brother was an outdoorsman and hand made canoes which we strapped on the top of the family car and took off. We often had limited electricity
- sometimes no hot water and very primitive living. It was terrific. We read books in hammocks and in general, explored the lake.
Once I turned 16 - I was working most of the summer and only managed a week or two at the cottage. 
 
My youngest child graduated from UCLA in June and was off that same afternoon for Philadelphia where she is rowing for the Vesper Club as a National team alternate - achieving All American first team status while at UCLA. She settled in quickly in Philie and was back on the water within a day. Meantime, I spent some of my summer 2010 unpacking student items and helping to settle her in on the East Coast, returning to CA within the week. 

Sue McKenzie Bolt
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My Summer was truly memorable, but it wasn't a great one.  I went through what all of us are going through, or will go through, about this time of our lives.  My dad passed away one year ago today, following my mother by 2-1/2 years.  So we (my brother, sister and I) spent the Summer going though literally everything in the house that was my home for my entire life.  We sold the house, had an Estate Sale and said goodbye to the house.  Needless to say, the childhood memories were spilling over and it was quite bittersweet.  The Estate Sale on the other hand, was a horrendous experience and as a result, my sister and I have taken over and resurrected our Aunt's former Estate Sale company, "The HouseSweepers".  We don't want anyone else to have the same bad experiences we had.
 
 
And Jan, I can't imagine anyone hated you in high school.
 
 
Kathy Maurer Reilly

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Gone now
Were the summers of the bicycle, of the pool, of the creeks & the craw-dads. A Wisconsin road trip, with my older friends, of water skiing and of cases of quarts - brought in reserve - were now in the forefront.  I was, at long last last about to be, an HT High School freshman. Dance halls - Wisconsin girls and "Foot Stompin" were not, sadly, all that had been portended. And finally becoming a high school kid - sublime incipience - was stopped short in the afternoon of November 22, 1963, in Mrs. Burns version of World History, no less. Jimmy-The-Blade came onto the PA... his voice cracked... as he announced that President Kennedy had been shot and killed. As in senior American History my text book, had it been opened, would have been cracked. The words-on-page could not compete with this kind of  impact. Or the smart ass cracks in the hallways after class changed. Lord of the Flies - Indeed!
Gone now 

Ed Ledding

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I guess the BEST memories of my summers in Hinsdale was being able to cruise around town in my 1958 Triumph TR3 with the top down. Sure wish I still had that car.
   It was one of my favorite jobs ever. Working at Dipper Dan's. Got to know a lot of people in town both young and old. I remember a guy named Arnie Probst. Came in every day for a double chocolate malt. He asked if I'd like to go out on his boat on Lake Michigan. Was I SURPRISED when it turned out to be a 56 foot yacht!
   Another thing about the summers in Hinsdale, I remember gas being twenty cents per gallon and THEY PUMPED IT FOR YOU! Even washed the windshield and checked your oil! I guess the days of SERVICE stations are gone and all that's left is gas stations.
   Halloween coming soon. I think I'll give all the trick-or-treaters Five Hour Energy Shots. THAT should make all of their parents happy!

Jerry Johnson
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Summer. What Summer?
We haven’t had summer in Southern California yet. I’m still waiting.
While it never warmed up here, I did manage to have some cinematic fun. We shot a TV spot for the Honda Pilot in a 1942 Blimp hangar in Tustin, CA. It is the largest unsupported open space wood structure in the world. We shot from helicopters, camera cars and 150 foot cranes. It’s amazing how much equipment and people it takes to produce a :30 second commercial.
I think the spot turned out pretty nice. Hopefully I’m not the only one.





BILL HALLADAY
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Just a shout out from Neil and Cindy Krupicka. Married 34 years, now living in Tucson after coaching at Hinsdale Central for 35 years.... We love the desert and spend a lot of time hiking and trail blazing in our jeep. Biking, swimming and golf take up the rest of the time. Hope to see you all soon.  

Neil

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 Summer went by WAY too fast! Guess I've been pretty much bored. Knee injury at work that's had me at work off-and-on since 6/17. Had surgery done yesterday and it HURTS BAD today.
 Jackie and I spent a week in Pennsylvania. Toured at Hershey and Gettysburg, and finally went to York to tour the Harley Davidson assembly plant.

 Myself and a couple other guys rode our Harley's to the Sturgis Rally in South Dakota. Toured Mt. Rushmore, Custer State Park, Devil's Tower in Wyoming, and spent a WILD evening at Full Throttle Saloon (world's largest biker bar).

 Came home by way of Kansas City, MO. First day from Sturgis to Grand Island, Nebraska; 565 miles, bugs and grasshoppers from hell, and 110 degree temperature! It was a BRUTAL day. Toured Harley plant in K.C., then home. All-in-all, a great trip.

 Still miss the Summers in Hinsdale. The town has really changed. Saddest of all is no more Dipper Dan's.

 Hope everyone is well. I should be back on my feet in a month or so.

- Jerry Johnson

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Dream Summer:  2010 

 

 

Retirement is a wonderful thing.  After working 6 months renovating an old farmhouse, mostly solo and not very expertly, I decided to take time-off this summer for some fun.  I lined up a few guys to continue the work and on June 2nd, I rolled out the driveway on my motorcycle for Alaska.  After touring through BC and all over Alaska (including Prudhoe Bay), camping along the way and covering 10,000 miles.

 

I rolled in the driveway July 2nd, no worse-for-wear. Life on a motorcycle is simple;  no mail, no bills, little phone reception - just the comfortable rhythm of riding the road - out in the elements and taking in the beauty.   Freedom and adventure.  The only thing better was being home again with my wife.    

 

The dream summer continued with many trips to the cabin (including a great week with all the kids), a few Montana trips (one just to see Willie Nelson play in Big Sky),  salmon fishing in Door County, and all the while (thanks to my wife) growing a successful vegetable garden. 

 

But, far-and-away, the highlight of the summer was joining Jan's "Wild Adventure" at his Montana ranch.  Imagine spending six days in a rugged, spectacular setting, fly fishing the Madison River (with guides), all meals prepared by a gourmet chief, red wine flowing, cigars if you choose - all with a great bunch of guys that seemed like brothers by the end of the week.  The heart of this incredible experience was exactly that....  about the heart.   Conversations were open, honest, deep, sincere - about important things - like the real you, and where your heart was. The meaning-of-life stuff.  I walked away a different person - renewed, focused, free.  Jan was a generous and gracious host.  He does several of these trips each summer, and I would do it again in a second!! Thanks buddy.

 

With Fall blowing in earthy smells and cool nights, reality is setting in. There is an urgency to complete some of the on-going construction before the snow flies.  It is also time for my wife and I to resume our dream and passion of art.  We are a little over-our-heads in a serious oil painting class - which could easily become a full-time pursuit. 

 

 

My good fortune this summer wasn't earned or deserved...  just given.  Life has not always gone this well, and I'm thankful for this good stretch.  I have more than I ever deserved, and I'm grateful for it.  I would be ashamed to ask for more.   My hope is all of you  had a season of good fortune.   

 

 

Your classmate and friend,

 

Doug Malin

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Hi to all,
 
Your last queries about " how I spent my summer" sure got me going with a lot of old and new memories.
 
- How could you come up with Benton Harbor ? We hung there for all the summers we spent at Linden Hills and Palisades Park.
 2 memories of that :
First drive-in movie when my Dad drove about 10 of us to the opening of the 1st James Bond Movie over the protests of my Mom
All I remember was Ursula Andress.
Second when we were in High School was the dance in Benton Harbor and concert by the Kingsmen with their really dirty song
Louie-Louie.
Next memory is of the trip with Young Life to Frontier Ranch with the train ride to that cow town of Denver. Well I've now lived there for over 40 years.
 
More currently, this summer has been quieter since my oldest daughter got married a year ago. We enjoy our home and gardens in Golden and take
some long weekends to our special mountain spots. I have attached a couple of pictures from our trip to Morrow Point resevoir to chase the wiley brown trout and kokanee
salmon. It's beautiful there.
 
We also spend as much time as possible at our cabin that Vicki's folks bought 25 years ago. It's a great hideaway located fairly close to Estes Park. If any of the group want to meet halfway between California and Hinsdale, I'd be happy to host a "Big Chill " weekend in the hills to plan the next event.
 
Jan - you are doing a great job keeping those of us slackers alert about participating and staying in touch.
 
Thanks
Mickey McElhone
Mickey McElhone at Morrow Point
Mickey McElhone at Morrow Point
Mickey McElhone with a big catch in Morrow Point
Mickey McElhone with a big catch in Morrow Point
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Here's one from Dick Reck...

Erin
– good idea.  But, at our age, can anyone remember this summer, much less the summers back in the 60s?
 
Well, I guess I can.  Here are some pictures of a car that some of the guys in our class will remember:
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HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER 2010
I spent most of my summer in Montana convening trips  with great guys....this is something that my friend Ken Tada and I started putting together 6 years ago.
 
We take 12 guys on each Adventure...everybody reads the book, WILD AT HEART....and during the week we have discussions related to the content, each guy tells his life story during the week...we fly fish, drink some cheap red wine, smoke the occasional cigar...and have what I think is a fantastically great time with significant conversations and discussion in the midst of all the activity.....here’s a web site if you’re interested-
http://www.thewildadventures.com/
August 2010
August 2010
July 2010
July 2010

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