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A Special Independance Day Story

Sat, 02 Jul 2011 13:10:00 -0700

Back in 1967 a 17 year-old boy made a decision to quit school before graduating. Instead, he joined the Marines. Talk about graduating! Following are some excerpts from Roland Marchand's story, and on this 4th of July holiday weekend, it seems quite appropriate to share it with you: "My Graduation date would have been w/1967. My Father and I were having issues so I went into Mr. Horn's office one day and told him I was quiting school and going into the Marines. I was 17 and just could not handle the fighting at home. You probably remember my Brother Dan Marchand he graduated 1968 and my Sister Joan Marchand in 1970. Dan went into the Marines after graduation but when I got hit and they thought I was not going to make it the Marines decided to keep him stateside so less pressure on my Mother and Father. I went into the Marine Corps 1966 and was discharged 1968 Honorable under medical Conditions. Served with 1/5 Recon and Mortars Platoon 81's. Lost my right leg Below knee and massive internal injuries due to ambush Hue City 1968 during the Battle of Hue Tet 1968. Coming home from Vietnam with a Artificial Leg and all the other medical and mental problems at the end of 1968 was a culture shock for sure. After doing a lot of volunteer work with Handicapped Adults and Children I still felt there was something I need to do to heal the deep wounds I buried so many years ago. In 2003 I found out about a ride Vietnam Vet's do every year across the United States on their motorcycles." In 2010 Roland participated in the Run For The Wall for the seventh straight year. These days he serves on the Riverside Memorial Honor Guard "Semper-Fi," Riverside National Cemetery, RFTW, Patriot Guard, visits wounded Marines coming back from Iraq and Afghanistan, and drives the D.A.V. Van at Loma Linda V.A. Medical Center in Loma Linda, Ca. to transport Veterans who have no way to get to the V.A. for their doctors appointments. I don't know about you but I don't care that he didn't actually graduate from Narbonne, and as with a handful of other classmates who missed that ceremony, I've invited them to be a member of NarbonneHS.Org because they were, and always will be, our friends. You can read all of Roland's story HERE. A special thanks to Roland Marchand for granting permission to post excerpts from his story here on the NarbonneHS.Org member blog.

High School Daze - by Scott Mann

Wed, 01 Jun 2011 20:24:00 -0700

Since my last blog I've learned that Amy has mustered up the nerve to talk to Bo Derek in Los Olivos. They talked about high school daze in Lomita and an upcoming reunion. I've accused Amy of listening at 33 1/3 but talking at 78 RPM. Is that dating us? She heard that I was in the early stages of planning another high school reunion. This is the part where you need to read the attachment. The part didn't sink in with Amy was that Bo was in my X's class of 1972, five years after my class. Another slip was she thought the 1957 in my email address represented my birth year, not my Chevy Nomad. With losing a little in the math translation of this ancient history, Amy thought Bo Derek was in my class. So now Bo is anxious to hear when the 40 year class reunion is, even though she didn't graduate with the class. Her boyfriend, John Corbett, said he wants to accompany her to So Cal and she where she grew up. So who's counting between 40 and 45 years? My intuition, make that a gut feeling, tells me not many people want to admit a 40 year reunion could be 45 years. Something about that New Math did sink in, a little.

Calling all NarbonneHS.Org bloggers

Wed, 01 Jun 2011 12:38:00 -0700

It's June and I'm out of blogs. There must be at least 6 of you out there that have something of interest you'd like to share with the rest of us. There's a reunion coming up - are you going? Why? Why not? Send me your thoughts and I'll post it here. Don't be shy - you're probably thinking the same thing as most everyone else, and if not, then that's even more interesting. It doesn't need to be a long, drawn-out essay (but it could be that, too), just whatever comes to mind that will get the rest of us thinking about whatever you wrote. This blog space is for you - the members of NarbonneHS.Org. Use it if you are so inspired. Meanwhile, I have a confession to make: I have gray hair. So what's new, right? But the thing is I've been hiding it for a really long time and finally got sick of coloring the roots every 3 weeks. So, to ease the pain of going gray, I'm transitioning through blond territory, and it's working out pretty well. You guys don't have to worry 'bout this stuff but we girls do, and it's quite a process for some of us creating fertile ground for personal growth and self-acceptance. Fortunately, we have our girlfriends to support us and in my case, that's Linda Valliere. Have you seen her gorgeous natural silver hair? She looks fantastic. Thanks to Linda, I'm well on my way to shedding the illusion that I have to look the way I did 10 (20?) years ago. What would we do without our friends? Stop what you are doing right now and jot down your thoughts before they fade into nothingness - then email it to me. I look forward to hearing from you. Best wishes, Cassi cassi@narbonnehs.org

Bo Derek autograph - by Scott Mann

Mon, 02 May 2011 11:38:00 -0700

Last weekend my girlfriend Kathy wanted to get away for several days. We could celebrate my birthday and visit her cousin in San Francisco. As we drove through Pismo Beach I called our friend and left a message saying sorry we missed her. Amy was a Narbonne grad about 27 our junior. She's now a wine sales rep that transferred to Pismo several years ago. Amy replied (Facebook, what else?) saying she was sorry she missed us but possibly we could hook up on our return trip. On the way back we asked if she was available for lunch. She was making sales calls so we made plans to meet at the Los Olivos Cafe. Amy mentioned Los Olivos was now Bo Derek's home town. Over lunch I told Kathy and Amy that Bo went to Narbonne in 1973. My x-wife knew her from tennis class. I seem to remember her first name was Mary but she went by Cathleen Collins. Cathleen had mentioned her mother was Ann Margret's hair dresser, among others. In show business they work long hours and Cathleen often accompanied her mother to work on weekends. When John Derek discovered Cathleen, he put opportunities ahead of her and Narbonne behind her. As I'm finishing my story this blonde lady with big sunglasses walks by our outside table. Finished shopping at the Los Olivos retail wine store she turned to get into the black Mercedes SUV at the curb. There was no mistake she was the 1973 Gaucho, looking fabulous in her 50's. She took some time before she started her car and this is the part where I kick myself. I had plenty of time to walk over and talk to the lady that I'd heard was very friendly. I'm now making it a goal to get an autographed photo, to her fellow Narbonne alumni. I'm sure you will find a place to display it on the NHS site. We may get her permission to post an old photo from a 1972 or 73 El Eco, but let's keep that between us, just in case she doesn't agree... Good night Mary Ellen

This isn't Facebook...

Fri, 01 Apr 2011 16:48:00 -0700

In response to my Jan 18th letter to the NarbonneHS.Org Advisory Board members asking for tips on how to improve this website, Scott Mann responded with... "Unfortunately, Facebook is now out there with a broader audience than originated with high school classmates. People can eavesdrop on friends of friends much easier that listening to the next table at Starbucks. It's like showing a brag book or home movies of vacations. People are on Facebook constantly if it's only to publically acknowledge they're still in the click. It's like a high school reunion on a daily basis, with an emphasis on high school and without spell check." So I lamented the fact that this website can't compete with Facebook, and Elsie Newman added: "I LOVE that [NarbonneHS.Org] isn't like Facebook - I can't stand it. I always felt like people are looking at my friends, and me looking at other people's friends is like looking at their laundry basket - none of my business and TMI." I've received other emails with similar sentiments. So as long as there are a few Gauchos out there that still appreciate what this website has to offer, then I will keep it running. Your dedicated web developer, Cassi (McKenzie) Bassolino

Lost friend from the 50's - by Scott Mann

Tue, 01 Mar 2011 12:31:00 -0700

I was looking for a lost friend from the late 50's. My mother worked at the grocery store at Western and Lomita Blvd. Before Ralph's and before Lucky it was "Jim Dandy". She was a checker and knew a well behaved teenaged box boy. After a stint in the Marines "Steve Lohayza" returned to the store and was eventually promoted to Second Man (assistant manager). As a friend of the family he respected my father as a Naval Reserve Captain. Prior to holding inspections of his helicopter squadron Steve would spit-shine my dad's shoes as he learned in the Marine Corp. Over the years Steve went from baby sitter to the older guy my younger brothers (twins) and I could ask questions about the birds and the bees... and girls. I remember he would take us for rides in his 1954 Chevy. I also remember he would hot-wire his car with tin foil during the times his keys were misplaced. A year or so ago I tried to find Steve through several search engines. One day I tried NarbonneHS. Searching for the school/maiden name of Lohayza I found Carole Cottrell from the class of 1957. I sent her an email explaining who I was and who I was looking for. She remembered Steve talking about my family that lived two blocks away. It turned out that Carole was Steve's twin sister and was happy to give me his phone number. I connected with Steve and tried to catch up over the last 45 years. We talked about getting together with one of my brothers that returned to live in Lomita. Since we talked last year my younger Lomita brother has passed away. I kick myself for not getting together during the past year and thought of how sad it would be if Steve was no longer with us. Since I started writing I have called Steve and we are getting together next Sunday. I remembered his birthday was the day before mine. Last Sunday was my 61st birthday and Saturday was Steve's 71st. I then noticed he and his twin sister graduated 10 years before our class of 1967. I feel somewhat like John-Boy Walton as I reminisce over the first quarter of my life living in Lomita. Good night Mary Ellen.

Whatever happened to Gina Morrison?

Sat, 29 Jan 2011 20:23:00 -0700

I moved to Arizona in 1990 and live in Cave Creek, a small town North of Scottsdale. I developed a passion for the energy industry and started an Energy Consulting business at age 50. It has successfully been in operation for almost 11 years now in Phoenix, Arizona. My current team of 23 talented people support large national multi-site retainers and restaurants in managing their energy costs. It has been the biggest challenge of my life and one of the most rewarding. This has been a big focus in my life; and regretfully, I have not kept up with many of my friendships because of it. I think most people think I dropped off the face of the earth! Gina (Morrison) Coleman Class of '67

The blogs are coming in...

Sun, 23 Jan 2011 11:52:00 -0700

Hi Everyone, I've already started getting some blog contributions from alumni-members and will post them first-come-first-served starting February 1st. I'd like have enough blog entries to post a new one every month at least so keep 'em coming! If you subscribe to this blog, you'll get an email every time a new one is posted. Oh, and don't forget to leave comments for bloggers - we all need a little feedback! Thanks for checking in! Cassi Site Administrator

This Blog's For You!

Fri, 21 Jan 2011 18:51:00 -0700

I have always felt that this is not "Cassi's" website but rather is, and always has been, for all Narbonne alumni. So in that spirit I am opening up this blog to alumni-members of NarbonneHS.Org and inviting you to write something for this blog - it's your website and it's your blog! Maybe you don't want to maintain a blog and write every day/week/month/whatever...but I'm saying all I want from you is at least ONE blog. So, you say, "I don't know what to write about". Well, what are you doing? what are you not doing? what do you wish you were doing? how come you're not doing it? what do you love? what don't you love? what are your pet peaves? what inspires you? Everyone has something to say about something...and have fun with it. If it ain't fun, don't do it. All I ask is that you keep it tasteful. NarbonneHS.Org has 653(!) alumni-members with graduation dates ranging from 1940 to 2010, and I am inviting all of you to write something regardless of your age or whether or not you know me. What you write will become part of the historical records of this website. Think about it. I've planted the seed in your brain (did you see Inception?) and now you can't NOT think about what you might write about. Let it develop and when it's ready to hatch, write it down and send it to me. It'll feel good, I promise. What's really important is that you don't critique or edit your own writing until after it's committed to paper. There's nothing that kills the creative process faster than that nasty little inner critic. I hope to hear from you soon. Sincerely, Cassi

Be True To Your School (2) Beach Boys 1963

Wed, 18 Aug 2010 15:06:00 -0700

This isn't so much a blog as a series of announcements of upcoming Gaucho events that are posted in various ways over the internet and I thought I would put them all together in one place. 1) NARBONNE CLASS REUNION 1922-1968... To be held Saturday September 19, 2010 at the Carson Civic Center (I don't know about you but it kind of hurts me to think of a Narbonne event in Carson..lol.) Cost is $70 per person and covers all expenses including dinner and music for dancing. For more information and to sign up contact ALICE SANCHEZ at VBBIGAL@AOL.COM. 2) CLASS OF 65 45th REUNION..(Inviting classes 63-67)..To be held Saturday October 23, 2010 at Ports O Call Village in San Pedro. Cost is $55 per person and includes dinner and hosted bar. For more information and to be put on the mailing list contact Margie McMurray-Terada at MARGIETMC@sbcglobal.net. If anyone is interested in the least, I will be attending this event and I know a number of other members of class of 67 will be going also. 2a) The night before the CLASS OF 65 REUNION Narbonne is playing Gardena under the lights at Narbonne and I am trying to get a crowd of people to go to the game and root on the current Gauchos. So, Friday October 22nd lets all meet at the football field. 3) A LITTLE REUNION OF SORTS...to be held July 2011. This is an event being set up by Narbonne Alumni on Facebook and even though it's almost a year away there is a sign up page and info on FACEBOOK. Go to http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=143159739051655. Now comes the hard part...I have sent out over 100 emails and 100 invitations to these events, I have asked for comments on the previous blogs, and it's like pulling teeth to get you GAUCHOS to respond. I have had a total of maybe a dozen responses. However we are going to try again and ask you to comment on here on which if any of these events you may plan on attending. Let your friends know where you might be so they can make plans. Let people know where you might be so they can go to something else..lol. Just let people know so those who want to reconnect can make plans. It's not hard, just click on comments and let us know.

Happy Together - The Turtles 1965

Fri, 30 Jul 2010 15:06:00 -0700

Two of the happiest years of my life were spent in the early 70's as a music critic for a small syndication of newspapers based out of San Diego. I covered concerts all up and down the Southern California coast and wrote a weekly column based on what I had seen the previous week. I don't want to turn this blog into a music critique, BUT.....

Last night I went to the 25th anniversary performance of The Happy Together Tour and it was fantastic. Flo and Eddy of the Turtles, Mickey Dolenz of the Monkees, Mark Lindsay of Paul Revere and the Raiders, The Grass Roots, and the Buckinghams all played music from the 60's and it was a baby boomer musical orgasm.

So many memories, so many bald heads, so many Hawaiian shirts, so many varicose veins, it was "bitchin" "groovy" and "far out". Each of the bands did their hits of course and each spoke a bit about what they remembered of the 60's, but Mark Lindsay summed it up best when he said its great to have been in the 60's twice...once in the 1960's and then many many moons later to be in HIS 60's. Mark is now 68 and didn't look at day over 67.

The concert also brought back a lot of memories from my days at Narbonne and left me with a few questions. If you have any answers to ANY of these questions please leave a comment on here for all of us to read.

1) I know a couple of the BelAires/Challengers went to Narbonne, but didn't a couple of the original Turtles? 2) Once I had the privilege of dancing on the Lloyd Thaxton show with a number of other Gauchos, but for the life of me I can't remember who I took. If you are out there or someone who remembers, please let me know. 3) Who else danced on Lloyd's show or any of Sam Riddles shows, or even American Bandstand? 4) There was a concert at Lomita Park in 66 or 67 that was MC'd by Wolfman Jack. I think the Challengers were the headliners; anyone remember this event and who might of played that night? 5) Does anyone other than me remember Jimmy Roberts of the Challengers playing the organ at the skating rink on Western on Saturday nights? (Donna do you read this blog? Wasn't he in your class?) 6) And finally a question for all of you....What was the lineup for the first rock concert you ever went to? Mine was Grass Roots, Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs, ? And the Mysterians and the Association. Groovy Baby! LOL

PEOPLE ARE STRANGE

Thu, 08 Jul 2010 21:06:00 -0700

For 54 months a bright light burned over the rock and roll scene. A band of 4 that came from completely different musical backgrounds changed the way that music would be heard and appreciated. All from Southern California they played and sang songs that spoke to the inner soul of the youth of the world. From the beginning they were led by a singer so different, so special, so gifted, yet he had never sung a song before they went into the garage for their first rehearsal. The DOORS burst onto the music scene and the world was never the same.

I just finished watching a 2009 documentary: When You Are Strange and it took me back to the days between Narbonne and when I went into the Navy and beyond. It is a very moving movie about The Doors and the 54 months they performed together before Jim's death. The most ironic thing to me personally was the final song they used as background to the ending montage of the life of The Doors. Crystal Ship was the very first Doors song I ever heard and I was mesmerized and awe struck by the song and the sound of the lead singer. I was entering the Free Press bookstore on Fairfax as this song came on over the PA system and I was dumbstruck. I stood in the doorway (Ironic) and listened to the whole song. I then ran over to the counter and asked the clerk who that was they had just played and that's the first I had heard of the Doors. To be honest, 40 some years later, I still listen to some Doors music almost daily and Crystal Ship is still my favorite of all.

October 28, 1967 I was with 3 other Narbonne alumni at UCSB, where as a freshman, I was able to score 4 tickets to a concert by The Doors on campus. Richard Bredahl, Carla Mince Rice and Pat Fenner Okumura were my guest that night and I know that Pat, at least, still talks about the concert and seeing the Doors in such a small setting as Robertson's Gym. It was a magical night seeing the Doors in a four hour dance concert. Alexander's Timeless Bloozband, a local psychedelic band, opened for the group as they did most UCSB concerts, then the Lyrics played and to be honest I don't remember a damn thing about that band. Next Ray, Robby and John came out on stage and began the opening strains of Light My Fire, before the Lizard King himself came out and began mesmerizing all of us with his vocals and his stage presence. This was before the alcohol and drugs took their hold on Jim and he sang that night as only Jim Morrison could sing. I don't remember every song from the set but I do remember they closed with The End and completely blew us away.

Over the years I have talked about all the great concerts I attended at UCSB in that one year I was there, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and the Yardbirds to name a few, but none of the groups or singers ever came close to giving me the feelings I got when listening to Jim Morrison. When I saw the documentary I knew that I had to share some of my feelings and memories with you and I know that each and everyone of you must have similar stories and I would love to hear them. Please feel free to post them on here under comments so we may all enjoy each others stories.

Tribute In Two Parts

Tue, 23 Mar 2010 17:05:00 -0700

No fancy song titles this blog. No trite stories of teen age lust or love. No LOL type stories. This week I pay the first of two tributes to special men I have known. One I loved like a father and another who was a friendly competitor for 2 years. Even though this blog is supposed to be about my memories of Narbonne and the good times there, today I am writing about someone who went to a rival high school; someone who was a friendly competitor of mine for two years while running track for the Green and Gold.

Wayne Collette was one of the greatest trackmen of our age setting records in high school as well as college. He ran in the 1972 Olympics and placed second in the 400 meters. Wayne passed away this past week of cancer and the world is a little sadder because of this. Wayne was in a completely different class of sprinters than I was but you would have never known. He made me feel like I was just as successful as he was after I ran my personal best in the 100 yard sprint against Gardena in my senior year. I came in 4th or 5th that day behind a whole "herd" of Gardena sprinters; however, like a NASCAR driver, I had drafted on them for the fastest time of my track career. Wayne won two or three events that day and I didn't place in any, but after the meet we talked and he made me feel good that I had done my best.

Wayne was not just an athlete in High School, I believe he was a student body officer as well, possibly Student Body President. I can't find too much about his high school days other than track records, but I remember him coming to a Marine League Conference and he and I discussing much more than track that day. Wayne went on to become one of UCLA's greatest track stars before running in his last world competition at the Munich 1972 Olympics. I am not going to go into the controversy of the Olympics but needless to say Wayne did what he thought best at the time.

Wayne became a lawyer and practiced in Los Angeles while staying married for 37 years to the same woman and raising a family of 3. I ran into Wayne a couple of times over the years. The first time he didn't remember me at first then after a couple of quick stories, he remembered that short, heavy set sprinter from Narbonne "that ran on heart and some awfully heavy thighs." Wayne's own words to me.

Through all the social, political and racial turmoil of the late sixties and seventies it's nice to think back on the relationship between the ALL WORLD black sprinter and the "less than wonderful", heavy white sprinter that lasted for years as we both grew up and followed our separate roads. I hadn't seen Wayne in probably 20 years but his passing hit hard when my Dad called me and told me last night. Wayne I will miss you and hope you are still setting records while you run in the fields of heaven.

Next blog will be about a man I loved like a father and miss each and every day. As a coach and teacher he was special to me in so many ways...and I will talk about those next blog.

The Beat Goes On (Sonny and Cher, 1965)

Wed, 03 Mar 2010 21:30:00 -0700

First, I have to apologize, even though this has a Sonny and Cher song as its title, this blog is not about Sonny and Cher and the Green and Gold as I said it would be in the last blog. That will come soon, but this one is more important to me at this point.
I wrote the Sonny and Cher piece and sent it off to my favorite editor and got a dismal review and some concern on her part. It seems there was, according to her, a little too much of me in it and also a little too much sexual escapade innuendo. We discussed this in detail and basically could not come to an agreement.
I thought long and hard about what was being said and then decided to let Cassi in on my dilemma. Cassi basically agreed that I should write what I want as long as it didn't hurt anyone or wasn't offensive.
Now let me expand on what types of things were at issue and my feelings on them. You are more than welcome to comment on this whole issue through the comment part of the blog on this website.
First, the issue that the blogs are too much about me. Well, my feeling is...Who the heck is writing this? ME! I can't write about what happened in High School to the class president or the valedictorian. I can only write about things that happened to me or around me with my friends. Not to say I didn't know the class president,.(Hey Jim)... or the valedictorian...(Ralph). But their experiences aren't the focus of my memories about Narbonne. They are more than welcome to write about their adventures though!
Secondly...the next issue is that there is risk of hurting someone when I write about a sexual escapade I had when I was 17. People... that was 43 years ago! We all did stupid, fun things. And we can all tell stories about them. I would never mention names or even indicate by innuendo who may have been involved. But we are all in, or close to, our 60's, at least my class, and I think, even if you recognize yourself in one of my stories, that you might chuckle with fond remembrances. Hopefully fond that is...LOL.
I want to write about things you will find interesting and funny and, yes, ribald at times. My blogs will not all just be about my escapades but will include memories of teachers, school events and much more. However they all will be written from the perspective of YOUR RIBALD RACONTEUR.
I hope this topic generates some comments and I hope you might even give me some topics you might want to hear about. PLEASE use the comment section to let us know what you think and feel about all this.

Liar, Liar (The Castaways 1965)
by Your Ribald Raconteur

Mon, 15 Feb 2010 11:47:00 -0700

I don't know about you but I absolutely hated to write book reports. Of course from about the 3rd grade on all the teachers thought it was the best way to gauge if 1) we had read the book and 2) could regurgitate what we had read. I wrote so many book reports over the years that I developed a method of going to sleep while I wrote them.

Then of course there was always that one special teacher who you wanted to impress with your ability to read and write. I found her my Junior year and took three or four classes from her over the last two years at Narbonne . She became my muse. I know most of the guys in the class were in lust with another English teacher, who I won't name out of the kindness of my heart, but I was head over heels in "Teacher-Love" with Mrs. Allen..

Mrs. Allen could assign me the back of the Cheerios box to read and report on and I would gladly do the work. She could have me write trial Subject A essays for days and I would struggle thru them...where were spell check and grammar check back then?. I would look forward to her classes down in N Bldg (?) everyday and my final semester I had both Senior Comp and Creative Writing with her. That probably caused the fatal error..

I am not sure which of the two classes required the dreaded book reports but by this time as a Senior A I had had enough. I don't remember how many we had to do but I do know I turned them all in the last day they were due. And they ALL should have been for the Creative Writing class. I had not read one of the books. Between Cliff notes and liner notes in the books and just some plain old B.S. I was able to write a page or two about each book..

The fatal day of my "love affair" approached...Mrs. Allen was handing back all the papers she had graded all weekend when it happened. She handed my five or six book reports back with all A's and B's on them. As I thought she walked away I turned to Wendy, who was a row behind me, and said..."Wow, just think what I would of got if I had actually read the books." You know that look on someone's face when they know you have just done something totally stupid? Well I saw that look on Wendy's face and at that second I knew. Mrs. Allen was standing right behind me listening to every word that had just come out of my mouth. I froze in fear and embarrassment. I stuttered. I choked. I turned beet red. Barry Gonzalez turned and thought I needed the Heimlich maneuver. Mrs. Allen turned away and quietly said, "Bob I am so disappointed." I was devastated. I was so far down I would have to dig up to go down. About that time the bell rang and I headed off to track practice and tried to recover. I never did..

To this day I have never recovered. If someone asks me my most embarrassing moment in life...This is the story I tell them...Well there is one other that involves a hot day, a bikini and too much wine on my part but that's for another time. .

I don't think I ever really apologized to Mrs. Allen, I know that she left Narbonne that year and I don't know if she ever came to any of the reunions or anything, BUT if anyone knows how to get in touch with her...Tell her I am sorry and tell her I have read each and everyone one of those books in some cases more than once. And I will never forget her and her soft gentle ways of teaching..

BTW...I did pass the Subject A at UCSB the next year and I think the Creative Writing class has paid off over the years, so even if I didn't really read all those books that semester, I did learn a lot from her...and she will always be my favorite female teacher of all time..

Next time Sonny and Cher and the inconsistencies of the Green and Gold articles.