Posts Tagged eighth grade

But… I’m Good At It!

I’ve been terrorizing Barry, telling him how he’s pretty much famous world wide, due to my blog, so here’s a repeat of my favorite. Read the rest of this entry »

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But… I’m Good At It!

I’m still thinking about that upcoming reunion and … the dance. Arlene assures me they won’t make me dance, but I’m not so sure I can trust her. Anyhow, it all reminds me of my childhood pal, Barry. Read the rest of this entry »

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Blue On Blue

Well, it’s almost here! One week from today, we will be in Buckeye, Arizona, the location of my mostly misspent youth. That being the case, I’m going to post a story about those days of harrowing yesteryear each day from today until I return. I bet I have some brand new tales to share with you when I get back! The following is one of my faavorites about my old pal, Barry. Read the rest of this entry »

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Is He Okay?

I will be attending a reunion/celebration in my home town of Buckeye, Arizona this September, so this seems like a good time to tell you about something that happened at another reunion the BUHS class of 1968 held. It was in 1988, and as far as I know it’s the only one our class has ever been able to put together. Read the rest of this entry »

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Blue On Blue

My best friend, Barry, was a good-looking, popular guy. He was funny, and all the girls dug him—for brief periods of time. What I’m saying is Barry would have no trouble at all getting a girl to “like” him when we were in the seventh and eighth grades, but keeping his true love for more than a few weeks–for reasons I never knew–was not going to happen. Read the rest of this entry »

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