Steve Curran:  

Life I consider this to be a living document and reserve the right to fabricate, alter and/or embellish its content at any time including, but not limited to past accomplishments, future goals and/or current levels of satisfaction. How about you ask the questions and I'll try to answer with a straight face. "So, what have you been up to all these years?" Uhhh, hmmmm... not a whole lot. "Where do you live?" I'm currently renting a treehouse- I like being close to nature and there's a great view of the neighbor's pool. "What kind of work do you do?" I consult with folks having trouble in the transitional phase between sabbaticals, leaves of absence and hiatus. "Do you have any hobbies?" I particularly enjoy meeting attractive women and seducing them, though not necessarily in that order. "Are you married?" You're kidding, right? With this face? "Do you have any kids?" The only kid I have is my inner child and he may need a spankin' before this is over. "One more question. Have you ever been married or do you plan to marry someday?" No and yes. I'm hoping to live long enough so that technology will have advanced to the point where I can upload my existence as a software program allowing me to become immortal. I'll hang around in cyberspace eating pizza and watching Married with Children waiting for computers to completely assimilate humanity. Finally, when we're all harnessed as androgynous energy slaves with politically correct moral coding, I'll rebel against the beast-machine and single-handedly conquer the alien mind-control forces behind it. I'll then wander the barren landscape of the post-apocalypse until I chance upon a stunningly beautiful, well proportioned female avatar sunning herself by a reflecting pool. After falling madly in love-at-first-sight, with renewed hope for the future of mankind, we'll be joined in holy end-of-the-world matrimony by a tall, kindly ball of light in a simple ceremony on-the-green. We'll live happily ever after in our very own ultra-modern, split-level Coastal Live Oak raising a family of tree-hugging, bark-eating misfits. This girl has to cook, though- I am so sick of pizza. "Well, that's about all we needed to know and a bit more, thanks. Keep in touch and don't forget the upcoming reunion!" I wouldn't miss it for the world. School OK, how do I do this? I remember winning a prize in the cake walk in Mrs. McGowan's kindergarten at Cresson and fingerpainting and laying on the floor with my towel during nap time! 1st- Mrs. Cawley 2nd- Mrs. Simms 3rd- Mrs. Ellison 4th- Miss Sexton 5th- Miss Boda 6th- Mr. Kennedy, Mr. Leach and Mr. Bender. The Leach grab!!! Squaredancing in the auditorium. Standing in the lunch line with a quarter for lunch and a nickel for milk- then it went up to 30 cents! How about when the MonkeyMobile and the Munster's car came to the school- and the Oscar Meyer Wiener Wagon? Remember painting the map of all 50 states on the big playground and tetherball and the monkey bars and hopscotch and jumprope and kickball and calisthentics with Mr. Kennedy in suit and tie and dress shoes?? Mr. Sturges' paddle with the holes in it for less wind resistance?!!! A couple of us got whacked with that thing just for hopping the fence to chase a kickball!!! I remember ...Expand for more