Clyde McNeal:  

CLASS OF 1971
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San antonio, TX
Mann Middle SchoolClass of 1968
San antonio, TX
San antonio, TX
San antonio, TX

Clyde's Story

Hey, I'm in a hurry, so I'm using the Story Wizard...let's see how much fun this can be... I hope people remember me as a fun person...a good thing. Then again, as Clyde, I've never really tried to be anything other than what I am. So, it's hard to say what I hope people will remember about me. Smiles mean a lot to me, so if you remember even one, then my work here is done. I always wanted to be a priest when I grew up. My family and friends thought that was a great idea. As it turns out, they were right. The way I blow off steam is to blow off steam. As an alternative to that, I just sit somewhere quietly and let it escape on its own. Sometimes the only way is to have someone pull your finger. The question asks what was the wildest thing I ever did in school...I'm afraid I cannot answer that (truthfully) because I think it might have been against the law. If I'm going to work somewhere, I need to have motivation, talent, and vodka to be able to deal with the day-to-day. I do not have any heroes, though there are a lot of people I genuinely admire. I most admire my niece who just graduated from Harvard Law. She's an incredible person and always has been. She inspires everyone she meets. It asks where I have lived and why I moved...there isn't enough room in cyberland for the correct answer to that. I've lived everywhere, mostly as I was appearing in shows there or trying to get cast. Name a major U.S. city and I've probably lived there. Let's see, there's Chicago, Los Angeles, Milwaukee, St. Louis, Denver...I usually returned to Omaha, though. You might say I based myself out of Omaha for all these years. I don't know why, but no other place felt the same. Go figure. The one person from my past who I'd most like to see again is That Mugger, because I'd like to beat his a_ _!. I couldn't get my hands out of my pockets in time. I am obsessed with being in peaceful circumstances. Little else motivates me. Does that make sense? Sure I like a good laugh and a good time, but overall, the thing that motivates me most is my search for peace (and not just the eternal kind). The biggest surprise in my life (they remind us here that life doesn't turn out as we expect)...my biggest surprise was when I discovered that I wasn't necessarily going to "grow old gracefully". It's pretty vain; isn't it? But there's more to it than that. I feel sure I'm not alone in this. So, this is a surprise I get every time I pass a mirror...the Picture of Dorian Grey comes to mind...in reverse. If I could improve my home, I'd remodel the whole thing and add on a second story. My dream home would be the one I have now, but without some of its "issues".. God knew what He was doing. I have no children. I love other people's kids, though, and have always tried to help young people in my career. Which teacher would you love to see again? Why? I'd love to see several of my teachers again, but the one I'd like to see most is no longer living. It's probably best that way, because seeing him again would be one of those butt-kicking things I've mentioned. But seriously...I'd like to see Ira Evers, or Richard Meskill (if he was alive), or Harold D. Mineer...because of all my teachers, these three not only believed in my abilities, but they showed it at every turn and in thousands of ways. When you talk about people who made a difference this is what you're talking about. It's one thing to say: "That Clyde McNeal is one heck of a guy" but it's another thing altogether to prove your good thoughts in every word, thought and deed. These gentlemen presented me with opportunities that helped make me the person I am today. They refused to accept mediocre effort from me. They demanded my best. They took advantage of every opportunity to show me how to be more than I ever thought I could be back then. While others stood idly by and some even did things that deliberately hurt me, or ruined parts of my life in high school, these guys stood up for me and went WAY beyond what was required of them, to encourage me and help me grow. I hope you know what I mean. If I won $100 million, I'd give some of it to my family, then spend the rest on investments, savings and travel. Campus life for me was one big awful nightmare at first...maybe that's why I've gone back to school at my old age. My first dorm was a dump that was under quarantine my second semester. My first roommate was a mean-spirited person who is, I'm sure, gracing the halls of some penitentiary even as we speak (if someone hasn't outright killed him already). They'd had a race-riot the summer before I attended, and the campus was filled with reminders of the hatred, fear and shame of it all. This came very close to being the biggest surprise of my life...except that the Theater and Music departments saved my life. To be truly happy, I'm supposed to tell you, I would be living in a mountain retreat, and going fishing everyday (for fun and a little food). I'd be writing and submitting my work, while enjoying having my feet in the dirt and mud of my retreat. The question asked with whom...that's a very interesting question. Let me just say that my only requirement in terms of whom I'd like to have with me would be that whoever it was loved that kind of life as much as I do, or more. My current age is 55; I think. When I was 12, I thought that people my age now would be dead. I was so completely right. It's like when you look on Classmates and don't see a lot of pictures...it smells of death...or rotting innards. While we ourselves may not be fond of pictures we're in, other people may get the biggest kick out of it...besides, in a very short time, those people will be looking at our picture from the computer in some retirement village or old folks home. Ought we not, then, to do a little better job of things? But I digress... When it comes to career aspirations, I find that your aspirations for a career are often the complete polar opposite of yo...Expand for more
ur aspirations for how you'd like to live. Someone here must have felt the same, since they put this question right after the one about if you could be doing what you wanted, where you wanted...etc. A psychologist could make much of our answers to these questions. Years ago, when talking with friends, I used to ask people "if time and money were no object, what would you be doing right now?" After they told me, I would ask them why they weren't doing it. Anyway, I'm on my way toward a doctorate in Occupational Therapy (go figure). If I can get through that program, my career should be pretty well chosen. I'm open to suggestions though. Occupational Therapy covers a wide, wide area, so any thing's possible. Let me know what you think. My first crush...heck I cannot even remember who my first crush was, though I remember one or two others. My first crush may have been on the staff in the delivery room where I was born. I'm afraid you'll have to read the book to find out the gory details (smile). Suffice it to say that whoever my first crush was, I haven't a clue what became of them...not sure it would be good to know this. Where are you? Would we still be friends if I'd kept it to myself? See what I mean? Thinking about these things cannot be so good for us..."there be dragons there." My best friend would tell you I'm dead, but people who don't know me very well would probably describe me as very much alive. The question asks if we still dress like we did 10 or 20 years ago...Are ya kidding? If I could wear ANY of those clothes, I wouldn't be sitting here typing this...I'd be somewhere on display! Besides, those old clothes are making a comeback...but they still have to fit (or be really baggy and droop down past your underwear in the back). Every time I see someone dressed like that I have an automatic, knee-jerk response...I cannot help but laugh out loud. If I'm not careful one of those guys is going to try to kill me for laughing at them, but I just can't help it. It cracks me up...almost like someone farting in church. You just can't help it. Before you can do anything about it, it comes out...I meant the laugh, not the fart. Do you know what I mean? What was the weirdest job I ever had? Well, every job I ever had was weird to me. I guess the weirdest was in junior high school...I worked as a "pin-boy" at a bowling alley. It was pitch-black dark back there, and there was this lecherous older guy who was in-charge of us kids. He never did anything out-of-line to me, but he was perhaps the most spooky person I have ever known (if you don't count Lionel Gregory, or that time Mr. Marsh dove into the orchestra pit during that assembly). Stephen King would have loved that place. It was like going to work in a haunted house...really scary and miserable...and weird. I was terrified even thinking about going to work there. It was loud (the pins flying everywhere) and very dangerous. I still to this day cannot believe they let children work in such places...ever. I share my home with someone else, which I find I have mixed emotions about. I believe some people are not meant to live with others. Some of us do not "play well with others"...and I'm not sure whether I'm talking about me or them. I used to have about fifty trophies, but I lost them in a move. It nearly killed me...my Mustang yearbooks were among the casualties, along with lots of pictures from my early days in theater. I have missed them every single day. Because my life has been so varied, I sometimes feel I need proof. Otherwise people might not believe me. It asks what I would do differently with one do-over...well, if I could do anything over, it would be never left the Air Force (among other things). Saying that makes me realize that do-overs are not something I spend time thinking about. I have always felt I did the best I could, given my temperament and the tools I had at the time. I do not spend much time regretting...though maybe I would like to have been kinder to other people...there's still time for that, though; isn't there? In 10 years, I hope to be in Heaven. I'm going to get there by dying. OK let's try that again... In 10 years, I hope to be living in my retreat. I will get there by working and through sheer serendipity. I think that's what most dreams require...work and serendipity. They want to know when I met my oldest friend...Oh...my memory is so bad...I'm not going to insult my oldest friend by not remembering how we met. Besides, I haven't seen him in a long, long time. I did have on friend though, for about twenty years, and we met at an audition. He died just a few years ago in a river-rafting accident. Since then, I have not had many friends. I do manage to stay in touch with one friend, via email...but it's not the same. There was another Jefferson classmate, whom you all knew. We communicated daily via email for several years, and then one day he stopped responding. It took me several years to find out that he had died. It nearly broke my heart. I miss him so much. Couldn't help but laugh when it asked what would surprise everyone at my high school reunion...because the thing that would surprise them most was that I was alive at all, and that I was there. It asked about my first job, but I think I may already have covered that, under the heading of weirdest job. I worked before that, but cannot remember being paid "wages" before that. The last question asks us to share a childhood memory we'll never forget... I have a lot of childhood memories, so it's hard to choose. One memory comes to mind, but it is so esoteric, I'd rather not talk about it. But, when we meet, I'd be glad to tell you all about it. Whew! That's it. How'd I do? I didn't think I'd ever get through this dossier. Anyway, I hope it hasn't been too boring and that you'll forgive me if I didn't take all of it it as seriously as I might have. Then again, if you knew me at all, are you surprised? Later, Friend.
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