Stuart Crane:  

I arrived at Hudson High in November of the class of 1980's sophomore year. My dad had been in the US Air Force so Hudson was my 3rd high school in 2 years. Thus, from 1977-78 in those high school yearbooks, I was auspiciously listed as : Not Pictured. Despite the lack of fanfare in these annuals, I have fond memories of being a Cobra. The great adolescent adventures of my life were fulfilled in our little corner of Pasco County. Nothing could beat the mischief encountered in the booming late 1970's of Florida's Suncoast. For instance, the nights some of my Cobra Band coharts would search for Yeti's in the wilderness that still surrounded the Jasmine Lakes subdivision. We were decades ahead of reality tv but we never uncovered that elusive bigfoot. I cannot forget developing great friendships (some have withstood the trials of this life) while enjoying contraband Erlanger Beer as we were critiquing aloud the music of Kansas or Van Halen and surrounded by the Cypress Hammocks of Beacon Woods. I gained confidence and a paycheck by flipping steaks & frying scallops at Skeeters on State Road 52. Again, I regard my days of study, work and play at Hudson HS as both joyful and memorable. Bad days didn't stay around for long. As I've immersed myself into life, unknowingly, the hidden talents of wisdom and the recognition of beauty have become acute. This is the experience of true serendipity. I am continually amazed at what I can accomplish on the surface. Mostly, I revere the love I have received and offered to many including our children, spouses, family, friends and neighbors. I am fortunate to have realized many of my dreams thus far. A small dream was going from marching band in friendly Hudson to marching for the Gator Band in Gainesville. Eventually, I used my degree in Logistic...Expand for more