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Sentimental Saturday and Senior Moments

19 Jan

I walk down memory lane because I know that I’ll run into you there.
Yesterday, I was talking about old friends, the old bowling team from the 90’s. Well, not to date myself, today, I had a brief four hour lunch with my girlfriend, Linda, from high school in the 60’s. I say brief because, we could have used another four hours and not run out of things to say. Unfortunately, the snow started coming down pretty fast and furious around 11am, but she ventured out anyway, picked me up at Mom’s place, and we slipped and slushed our way randomly down Randall Road looking for a place to have lunch.

The poor waitress at the Squire restaurant stopped by four or five times before we even looked at the menu. After we got our food, she didn’t check back quite so often, as she got the idea that we were in for the long haul. About two hours into catching up and sharing stories about kids, family, teaching and the old neighborhood and friends, we started reminiscing about old high school teachers and classes.

“Did you have Mr. Dyer for Spanish?” I asked. “Yah, I did,” was the reply. Then I chimed in, “I threw up all over myself the first day of freshman year, first period in Spanish class. I’ll never forget!” Yuk! What a way to remember Mr. Dyer and Spanish class. Ah, those were the days!

We were so young, innocent, and optimistic back then. I recalled my story about being moved up to Honors English a few weeks into the semester during sophomore year, and I cried for two days because I didn’t know anyone. I went to Mr. Ruby, my counselor, and cried some more. He wrote a note and I went back to my old regular old English class, in my old seat right behind Diane. (Did you notice I don’t handle change very well, not to mention parting with friends?)

Yep, a lot of walking down memory lane. The year was 1967, the school was Amos Alonzo Stagg H.S., the memories are clear and crisp, and the friends were amazing… and still are. Thanks Linda for a nostalgic stroll down memory lane and the corridors of high school. FRIENDS RULE…OLD FRIENDS RULE FOREVER!!!

Over 45 years later…still best of friends!


Monday Memories

18 Mar

(words & music by bill strange – scott davis)

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine

Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories

Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories


A walk down memory lane…Elvis singing a nostalgic melody…Memories of days gone by…

I played some tennis this morning. It was a little cool at first, but the cloudless sky quickly warmed with the sun’s unwavering warmth. Either that, or a little running around the courts warmed me up. We had a tennis drill for an hour and a half, then stayed to play doubles another hour. I love tennis, always have, always will. Unfortunately, I am reminded by my old body, ancient knees, arthritis, and sore wrist, that I am no spring chicken. I’m more like one of those yellow rubber chickens they sell at the novelty store.


As I was sitting here, reminiscing about when I first picked up a tennis racket, I indeed became nostalgic. It was way back in high school in the late 60’s. Our school didn’t build tennis courts until my senior year, but our neighborhood park had a couple courts, and that’s where we would hang out after school or in the summer. My friends and I never had a lesson, but we bought rackets and had a go at it. It wasn’t pretty! And, it was probably a good year before we stopped hitting the balls over the chain link fence, but we kept on trying.

I went to Amos Alonzo Stagg H.S in Palos Hills, Illinois. The school was just a few years old when I was a freshman in ’67. Mr. Caroll, my old art teacher and I still keep in touch. He informed me recently that next year is the school’s 50th anniversary. Man…that was a zillion years ago! My girlfriends and I would walk over to the park after school and pretend to play tennis. We played for hours, chasing the balls that went flying over the fence, and even played when the nets were down for winter. The park was our home away from home, and tennis was our excuse to get away, to goof off and to meet boys. Diane, Linda, Mary and I still keep in touch, thanks to the cyber-miracle of Facebook.

So, when I wax nostalgic,(no actual wax or cleaning products involved) I remember the sport of tennis most fondly, “pressed between the pages of my mind, sweetened through the ages just like wine.”