Scott de Bree:
CLASS OF 1987
Lakeland Regional High SchoolClass of 1987
Wanaque, NJ
Wanaque Elementary SchoolClass of 1983
Wanaque, NJ
Scott's Story
OK, I just received an email from an old friend. In this email I was asked a lot of questions that caused me to realize. . ."I coulda saved a lot of characters by just filling out a profile". . .
So, here I am doing just that. As many of you who knew me probably remember, I moved shortly after my sophomore year to central Jersey. (For the record, Lakeland is the only school I care to remember any friends from) We spent one horrible year there and then, to my intense delight (imagine me saying that with heavy sarcasm), we moved again in my senior year to Pennsylvania. There, I had the distinct pleasure of attending yet another high school. I started there the first day after Thanksgiving break. It just so happens that the week prior to Thanksgiving, that high school had happened to have a drug bust which was the direct result of some investigation by an officer acting as a student. So, I settled into my new school under the suspicion of being the new "narc". Anyway, I graduated from there 7 months later still relatively well adjusted, considering. With all of this school jumping, I had become a smart aZZ and realized that I didn't need any more school. (Still reading? wow, I guess I'm really not that boring then. :D ) I screwed around with some odd jobs 'til I was 21 and then woke up. I joined the navy and spent 6 years there, which spanned the period of the first gulf war (no, I didn't see any action.) 4 of the 6 years found me stationed in Earle, New Jersey on the mighty "fast combat support ship" USS Detroit, lovingly referred to as the "Dirty D" as a machinist mate second class in the enginerooms. (Yeah, I didn't know we had ships stationed in NJ either) It's that base that's located near Sandy Hook. Or, as we liked to call it, "The armpit of the Navy". I look fondly back on my time on the Detroit. It's true that time erases all memories of the bad times and only allows the good times to be recalled. (For instance, I recall that 1994 was the worst, most depressing year of my life, but, [other than the names of one or two chiefs and a few minor details] I can't remember the specifics of why.) I got out in 1996 and moved back in with mom and dad in PA. A few months later, I met a woman who rescued me from PA and drug me back to NJ. As a token of my eternal gratitude, I married her in 1998. We had my daughter in 2000 and followed her 4 short years later with my son. (you all better keep your sons away from my daughter!) (Sorry about my son's conduct around your daughter, but "boys will be boys") Since marriage, we left our condo in South Brunswick, moved into and out of East Windsor, into and out of Jackson, and now live just 5 short minutes from Great Adventure in a town other t...Expand for more
han Jackson. Currently, I am working at a power plant in Middlesex county and doing well enough that my wife can stay at home and keep an eye on our little dev. . .darlings. So, from now on, whenever you flip on a light, you can think of me. :) I'm always happy to hear from old friends, so feel free to drop me a line. I am, however, always on the go, so it may take me a couple of days to get back to ya.
Hmmmm, weirdest job, huh?
....Believe it or not, I once worked at a factory that made dog food. I took the higher paying position of the two that were offered and found out why it was higher paying. In my position, I took all of the raw "meat" products and fed them into the grinder for the eventual mixing and cooking. (Lemme tell you, I'll never look at a cow udder the same way again.) After the shift was over, the real fun started. . .I got to grab the power washer hose and clean all of the conveyors/grinders/floors/cook kettles. If you've ever used a power washer, you know that whatever you're power washing inevitably becomes a part of you. Well, since it was my first week on the job, I hadn't yet had any uniforms issued to me, so I got to go home covered in all kinds of animal parts which were "not fit for human consumption" but perfectly fine for dog food. Needless to say, I'd never been so warmly greeted by the family dog when I got home, nor have I been greeted the same since.
P.S. I only lasted 2 weeks at that job and never got my uniforms. There's only so much cow one man can stomach.
Isn't fate a funny thing? . . . recently, we hired on a new guy here at the plant. He was air force. Never met him. (Quite a bit younger than me, in fact) Anyway, it just so turns out that he's dating a woman who works on the Earle naval base. Never met her, either. So what's the purpose of this story you ask? Well, through him, and therefore, by extention, her, I have found out that the Detroit has been decommissioned and is now scheduled to become razor blades. Why, do you ask do I relate this story to you? Because, as it turns out, this revelation has had a distubingly depressing effect on me. Sure, I was stationed at a terrible base, on a ship that was held together with shoestrings and bubble gum. . . but it was our shoestrings and bubble gum. We had a certain sense of twisted pride in her. While I was on board, we won 2 engineering E's and her first battle E. There was something to be said about our shoestrings and bubble gum. I guess all things must come to an end, but I rather wish I hadn't known about it. In this sense, my father's a luckier man than me. He wonders what happens to the ships he was on. I know what happened to mine. So long Dirty "D", we hardly even knew ye.
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