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Barry Meyers
Okay, time to pipe in.
Thanks to all of you (not that I remember everyone) for the vicarous visits back to John Muir, Asa Mercer, Franklin and many other of the stops since then. Yes it would be a hoot to join the crew at Salutes, or any of the other venues where you've been gathering. Unfortunately, not to be in the sort term, as we're smack in the middle of a total home remodel. Maybe sometime after February. This is what kept me from the reunion.
Seeing the pictures of the reunion brought back many a memory of the old neighborhood, and specifically the Mt. Baker area, and the Community Club Hall.
Hey Mark, Jerry, Pat, Susie, Shelly, Mike, Bill, June, Steve, Katie, Judy, Cindy and so many others of you, remember after school dance lessons in 5th grade at the community club hall? Head home after school, change into clean cloths and put on a tie, then off to dance lessons where the girls lined up on one side, and the boys on the other side. Wow, was that a clumsy time when we were forced to walk to the other side of the room and ask one of the girls for a dance!
Then there was the traditional Thanksgiving Day Mud Bowl across the street in Mt. Baker Park. As usual, it already rained, or would be raining Thanksgiving morning, making the area in front of the #10 bus stop a literal mud bowl. A bunch of us would meet there in the morning for a bit of touch football, then adjourn home to get cleaned up for the big meal. I for one, got in trouble more than once for all the mud tracked into the house.
Oh yes, then were the adventures back in junior high school when we started to sneak out of the house at night. One of these involved several of us meeting up on the Mt. Baker Park path behind the tennis courts to try our hands at a bit of smoke and drink. Well, as it would happen a pair of cops patrolling the path spotted us, and we all scattered running in different directions. I ended up at Ritchie Bialock's house up on 34th, where he let me hide for an hour or so before I snuck back home. Fortunately the rest of the bunch fared just as well. By the way, this was back in the days when 34th used to run non-stop from McClellan to Rainer Ave.
So, there are many many more adventures to tell, and times to relive, but not now. Hopefully I will have the opportunity to remember some of these these with you.
Again, thanks to each of you for the contributions you have made to keep the memories alive.
Barry Meyers
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