+1000! With my spandex bodysuit and spandex daisy duke shorts, at 16, I was destined to get up in there with a $20 bill! |
| The parade when the hostages came home from Iran. |
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| Being a student at Whittier Woods Elementary - a safety patrol on Maiden Lane. When my teachers went on strike and I had to cross the picket line past my 2nd grade teacher, Mrs. Freedman - shame on you Mrs. Freedman. It was so ugly. |
| Whittier Woods was closed several years later - while I was going to Pyle on Wilson. |
| Do you remember when Captain 20 landed in a helecopter in the athletic field behind Whittier Woods? It must have been around 1969. |
| How about streeking during the mid-70's? Nowadays you would be convicted as a sex offender. Mooning would get you 10 years - it was a form of greeting in my era. As a rugger, it was an essential means of communication at long distance. |
My DH was a bartender at Crazy Horse way back when! |
I streaked in the mid '70's when I was in high school. (Twice) |
She was so intoxicatingly classy and beautiful. I used to have fantasies about meeting her in New York City and having her think I was quite the man - completly non-sexual of course but so amazingly head over heals for my teacher. |
Am I way behind on terminology? What/who is a DH in a non-baseball sense? |
| DH = dear husband |
It's now referred to as the WAUD (I think that's short for Whittier Auditorium) but the kids refer to the whole building as the WAUD. |
(Giggling) Your story reads much different with dear husband instead of designated hitter. |
Slipping $1 bill in your spandex body suit. |