Michael Raymond:
CLASS OF 1977
Rochester Adams High SchoolClass of 1977
Rochester, MI
Michael's Story
About me in 500 words or less. I arrived in Michigan in April of 1959, a product of the baby boomers generation. I was greeted by an older brother, grew up in the grip of the catholic church and had a pretty good run as a kid...(even though I was allergic to pretty much everything which would send me in to an asthmatic spin.) I took a stab at being an artist In grade school, and High School, and was pretty good at it. I survived my adolescent period without too many scars, and no notches on my belt. My parents divorced, one willing and one not, my senior year of high school. I floundered between jobs and personal exploits for a short time before attempting to make a go of college, where I learned there were a lot of other pretty good people in the art field. The recession hit and I hit the road pursuing a career in broadcasting, where I met some really wild women, enough said. I finally met the right mixture of smart, wild and mild and married her, (in apparently over my head in consistent form with my past.) We tried the reproduction thing over the course of several years of me being in out of a variety of employment sets, the end result was 2 boys and a monster, that role varies from time to time between the 3 of them. I again found I was in a field of some pretty...Expand for more
talented broadcasters and traded my microphone for a suitcase and sample kits and sold just about anything that could be sold. My smart wife and I retired from the reproduction thing. So we focused on child transportation issues, school, athletics, and the PTA. That went well till the darn kids grew up and one went into the Navy, one into Cooking, and one still in search of himself. So far no one has killed me, and I have not killed anyone¿.yet. Running with kids at breakneck speed for so many years was akin to running with scissors into a brick wall, and with the nest nearly empty¿I find myself again with the wanderlust of youth to travel, make merry (insert your interpretation here) and enjoy a good meal. It¿s just so damn quiet at times. I do notice my scalp moving north and my hairline moving south, and apparently as an adult I have stopped growing from end to end and started growing in the middle. After years of trying to find myself, I located me in the cooking field and opened a Restaurant/Pizzeria. Recently I became a Grandfather; I like the title however I am trying to grow into the position. Everyday is something new and even though I have had all these years of perpetual motion, while exhausted; I keep showing up to see what is going to happen next. ..
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