David Marr:  

Class of 63 I don't know why I picked today to check out my high school annual. It's been 52 years since I left WW Samuell HS for the last time...¦1963. As I recall it was fairly hard to believe that my formal and mandatory education had come to an end. I know that we all felt pretty grown up as a result. Except for the terrifying question of what to do next. Remember that feeling? Young, eager, but somewhat apprehensive. I knew that I planned to go on to college right away. Certainly not the military, since I was sick of people telling me what to do every minute in school, so why would I want some more of that? And with Vietnam ramping up, I sure didn't want to be cannon fodder for that bunch. I was young, independent, and ready for the time of my life. I loved the USA, and all that we have to be thankful for, but I didn'™t have the desire to die for my country or anyone else. So I'm looking at our annual today. And I'm seeing your faces. Amazing that they look so familiar after 52 years. The girls look pretty, and the boys strong and handsome. I remember really admiring some of the girls. Don't worry, I'm not going to say who. I never had a chance with you anyway. I only attended WWS for my junior and senior years, but you all look as familiar as if we had all been there just last week. I saw the photo of the building, and I still think it looks like a reform school. They must not have had a budget for landscaping, since it looks like there isn'™t a tree on the property. Wow, Lanham and Matthews still look like devils. Scary. You won't find my photo there. I'™ve never liked having it taken. Even today. I never liked the way I looked. I always wanted to look like Clint Eastwood and finally I do...old and wrinkled. Anyway, I know you don't know me now, but I miss all of you Spartans, a...Expand for more