David Darlington:
CLASS OF 1969
Monmouth Regional High SchoolClass of 1969
Tinton falls, NJ
Swimming River Elementary SchoolClass of 1965
Tinton falls, NJ
David's Story
Life
Having lived in northern California for almost 30 years (math whizzes will compute that that's longer than I lived on the East Coast), I'm now forced to call myself a dyed-in-the-wool West Coast type. A freelance writer my entire adult life, I published four books between 1987 and 1997: "In Condor Country," "Angels' Visits" (now retitled "Zin"), "The Mojave," and "Area 51: The Dreamland Chronicles"; all were critically well received but unimpressive in the sales department, so -- as mainstream publishing has changed so much since I started out, heading inexorably toward the commercial-blockbuster orientation -- I've been on hiatus from that path for the past several years, doing only occasional magazine and newspaper work. In recent times I've styled myself a wine writer (I currently write a back-page column for Wine & Spirits Magazine), an avocation encouraged by residency in the San Francisco Bay Area. Frankly, though, more of my energy of late has gone into rehabilitating a piece of property that I and my significant other, Leigh Lightfoot (ex-dancer/choreographer, now teacher and psychotherapist) have procured near the town of Willits in Mendocino County. It consists of five acres at the end of a dirt road on the transitional border between a quiet agricultural valley and the mountains of Mendocino National Forest. Quite a change from the urban scene in Berkeley and, since much of my satisfaction in life derives from experiences in the natural world, a very welcome one. It's also put me back in touch with the carpentry and manual-labor skills through which I made a modest living for some years after college -- for example, I've just finished paneling the ceiling of a cabin with old-growth 1x12 redwood recycled from a chic...Expand for more
ken coop, and unfortunately, on the MRHS 35th-reunion weekend, I'm afraid I'll be overseeing the demolition and excavation of part of our main (1,000-sq. ft.) house. I'm truly sorry not to be able to attend our reunion, which sounds like it's shaping up to be a lot of fun, with lots of old friends in attendance. It's been decades since I''ve been to Monmouth County, which I now revisit only vicariously through the likes of Springsteen and the Sopranos. I'd love to check out the area and see everybody from the Class of '69, not least my old football teammates with whom I shared so many great experiences (e.g. Neptune, "Beat Cy!"). Most of my exercise over the past 20 years has come about through bicycling, a pursuit and tradition that I dearly love (even before Lance Armstrong came along) -- it's transported me on several trips in southern France and northern Italy, though it's also contributed to chronic pain in my right knee, not to mention a once-broken collarbone that now makes it hard to throw a football! Oh well -- something tells me many of you might have similar complaints. How did we get so old? Anyway, I hope to see all of you again sooner or later, though by the time I finally make it to a reunion, there will probably be some pretty stiff competition for parking in the handicapped zone. P.S.: Some of you may remember my little brother Rick, who was born in the spring of our 8th-grade year. Well, he's now a head high-school football coach, and in 2001 his Apopka team won the Florida state championship. He was subsequently hired away by Valdosta High School, which has won more football games than any other team in the nation. In his first year (2003), he took them to the Georgia state championship game. What can it mean?
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