Lynda Cody:  

I am not Lynda Cody. I went with her and was looking for her but as you can see unless it is like the Johnny Cash song The Girl Named Sue, I am a man and Classmates goofed up. I am a third generation writer. Published. I had very few friends at Pontiac Central as I worked as a pharmacist's assistant while attending my senior year and was so doped out on drugs and alcohol that I was usually passed out from OD's. I had my own apartment and was legally emancipated. I had three study halls and was called to the office and it was explained to me that they did not know how it escaped their attention but I'd missed more than the days allowed and if I skipped one more class or came in late one more time I'd take my senior year over. I left Crowell's office and said Hi to Noreen Green on the way out, the attendance secretary. She asked if we could get together again. Sure. Now you and I know why it escaped their attention. I got the job at St. Joseph's Mercy due to my DuPont scholarship. The highest at Lake Shore High in six years in St. Claire Shores. A 99 final exam average. My favorite memories of Pontiac Central were the graduation parties. Again, I am not Lyda Cody, I am Art O'Shea. Dunno, but I read Catch-22 seven times that year. Liked Bond, James Bond, stirred ...Expand for more