Craig Mastos:  

Life I went to Orvus Ring in second grade, then moved to Hunter Lake and repeated second grade. Just call me Dan Quayle! I lived on Cedar Street. One day the teacher had the students recite their home addresses. In the local patois, the word "seater" was used for "butt." When I said Cedar, the class burst out laughing, almost uncontrollably. We had to recite more than once. Each time I said Cedar, the kids went crazy. Hilarious! I attended Reno High School in the summer of 1967. That was Mrs. Johnson's U.S. Government class. Everyone in the class was pretty cool but I can't remember any names. Many of the people I know from the class of 1968 are noted in my entry to the RHSAA webpage guestbook. One guy in that class sported pretty long hair. He was targeted by a bunch of vigilantes who may not have been enrolled in any class that summer, but who had nothing better to do than butt into other people's business. One of the signs of the times! School There's a lot to remember about ANA class of 1968. A vivid memory takes me back to the end of the junior year in the spring of 1967: the food fight. The hoodlum behind that was not only allowed to return the following year as a senior but was given a position of authority. The decision-making abilities of the adults in charge of things were not the sharpest in the world. A wonderful act was the expropriation of the Senior Lounge for the Military Department. I'm not sure that was exactly moral or ethical. As I remember (though my memory may be off here), the lounge was built by a fundraiser conducted by a senior class a year or two before my freshman year. It certainly wasn't prudent. In exchange for the senior lounge we got an office...Expand for more