Dennis Corman:  

Life From High School to the present seems to have gotten wrapped up in a time warp: stuck on fast forward. The years do pass quickly, it's a worn out clique I know, but so true. Our only surving child , our daughter Elizabeth, who is 32, and a school teacher in Denver, is getting married to a great guy, Dan from Britan. We are looking forward to the wedding this July and their happiness in the future and some grandchildren thrown in wouldn't hurt a thing! This last summer was great getting together with clasmates of "67" at our 40th reunion. It was a real Hoot talking over the fun times we had in the past, and getting to know what everyone one was doing in the present. Time does change us with our vastly different life experiences, but surprizingly: although I shouldn't be, people keep their same dynamic personalities to a large degree. I was disappointed in that many were not there that I would have enjoyed visiting with, but very apprreciative of the ones who made the effort to attend. One of the craziest times I remember of my high scool years was when I was a Freshmmen in the Fall of 1963. It was a planned event taking place on Halloween night at the Town & Country Square. By 4pm Dick Cruthers store was depleted of eggs and by dusk the egg fight was on. At around 12:00am the empty paved parking lot looked like a giant cast iron skillet awaiting the burner to be turned on for the worlds largest scrambled egg cook off. For several years after, it was very hard for teens to buy eggs on Halloween night at Dick's store! My Sophomore year carried almost equal porpotions of the so called"Happy Days". After numerous acts of vandellisim, such as the descecrating of the city swimming pool, the city Father's decided to implement a curfew for teens. Every one under a certain teen age had to be home by 10pm, no exceptions. As was the tradition after a home basketball game and a Sock Hop we all headed for good old Town & Country Restaurnat for the usual platter of fries and cherry cokes with our favorite gals. After visiting and loosening all the salt shaker lids for the next unlucky patrons, the time slipped past the bewitching hour, and the city siren went off denoting curfew was in effect. What happened next was probably the largest body of arrests made by the White Salmon Police Department in its entire hi...Expand for more