Arthur (Tweed Scott) Chouinard:  

CLASS OF 1966
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Laconia High SchoolClass of 1966
Laconia, NH
Beaumont, TX

Arthur (Tweed Scott)'s Story

Hi guys (& girls). I just joined here for awhile to see if I could connect with some my old friends and classmates from LHS. A lot of water has passed under the Main St. bridge since graduation night and I know each of us now have a lifetime of stories to tell. I'd love to hear yours too. I left for Navy boot camp the morning after we graduated. I took the train down to Boston and got sworn in at the Boston Navy Yard. I took my first plane ride from Boston to Chicago and was in boot camp that night being called names I had never heard in Laconia, NH. After 11 weeks of boot camp I was sent to Lakehurst, NJ to become a Parachute Rigger. From there I was transferred to a VT-22, NAAS Kingsville, TX. I spent my entire enlistment there as a Master Quality Control Inspector on Parachutes & Survival Gear. Essentially our squadron taught future fighter pilots to fly jets. It was a heady job for an 18 year old as I recall. Kingsville, TX is about 40 miles south of Corpus Christi deep on the TX coast. Kingsville's claim to fame is the King Ranch which is larger than the state of RI. I had never been any place that was that flat and stayed that hot for that long in my life. Gawd we were bored. So a bunch of other riggers and myself took up skydiving. I did that 33 times before I got hurt (really got my bell rung). After that we hunted rattlesnakes of which there was NO shortage. Along the way I met and married a Native Texan. Let me tell you, you marry a Texas girl and your life is essentially OVER--You are not going anywhere. When I got out the Navy in '69, We moved to Keene and I attended my freshman year at Keene State. By the next year, the cost of living was outrageous, tuition was going up, my wife's salary at Keene High school was being cut (penalized because she had a teaching degree and the other women in her department didn't...go figure). I realized I could go back to Texas and complete my education for less as an out of state student than I could in NH as an in-state student...we moved back to Texas. One interesting thing did happen while I was at Keene State. For those of you who remember, I was on the Audio-Visual team at LHS. I worked with Mr. Crowther. We were the dweebs who came in and set up the movie projectors and audio visual equipment for the teachers. When I was at Keene State I got involved with the AV department there and got into doing TV too. I hated TV. A friend suggested I'd be perfect for radio so I drove to Boston and took the FCC test. I then made the rounds of radio stations in that area around Keene in NH, VT & MA. I knocked on 19 doors and landed my first radio job at WKVT in Brattleboro, VT. Little did I realize at the time, I was beginning my life's career. After moving back to TX, I eventually settled in Beaumont near the Louisiana border. I attended Lamar University and graduated in 1974 with a degree in Marketing. I worked my way through school by working in radio. When I graduated, I had already had 4 years of radio under my belt and decided to pursue it as a career. Radio is a gypsy like career. It moves you around quite a bit. Most of my career was spent either in Texas or working for Texas station owners. I've worked in TX, OK & IL. Most of my time was spent as an Operations Manager. That is the person who is responsible for everything you hear on the station--the jocks, the music, news, promotions, commercial...all of it. It was like being the conductor of a symphony (a reference to my days in band.. I LOVED what I did. I was passionate about it. At one point I ran the highest rated FM station in America. Later I ran the 5th highest rated AM station in America (that was in Peoria, IL) I have done some crazy stuff while in the business. As an example, I recently posted some film footage on Youtube of a promotion I did. I spent four days living in the station van suspended from a crane at 101 feet off the ground. I got hit by a severe thunderstorm while I was up there. Yes. that did scare the crap out of me. I really thought I was going to die. To sum up my career, I went places, did things and met people I could only imagine meeting while growing up in Laconia. Some of them are now friends. I even got to be the local host for 4 or 5 years of the Jerry Lewis MDA Telethon. Someday ask me about my experiences with him. I've even talked with President George Bush a couple or three times. I can say this; I didn't get cheated. I also got to do 14 years worth of play by play--both high school & college. It was a hoot and I've seem some great games (and my share of stinkers too) By the end of the '90's I noticed how the business was changing and NOT for the better. When I got into it, it was a real people oriented business but it began to change. It had become a lot of hype and not a lot of substance. It evolved into being all about power & money. If you had to crush someone or their career to get ahead, well that is just too bad, they become collateral damage on your road to the top. I chose not to do that. It was time for me to make my exit. On Memorial Day weekend 2001, I had a stent put in my heart.Apparently I had a 99% blockage of something called the LAD. As I recovered and went to cardiac rehab I had realized I lost the passion for the business and decided to leave. I retired in July of 2001 after 31 years in radio. I worked for a while with General Motors as a Quality Specialist but after a few years I decided I was not genetically wired to work for a corporation anymore so I left and went home to start my own business. I started a copy writing business. It was weird but while I was in radio, I wrote thousands and thousands of commercials & promotional pieces. I can't put a number on how many. Never once in all that time did I consider myself a writer. It was merely a function of my job. I know how to write for business. So I wrote marketing collateral, web site content,newsletter stuff for companies. The business was beginning to grow and flourish and then I screwed up and wrote a book. THAT changed everything. I wrote a book called Texas in Her Own Words. It explains why Texans are the way they are...where all that attitude comes from. Because of my radio background, I knew the way I needed to market this book is to give presentations and sell it in the back of the room and that's what I did. I started presenting at all the local Rotaries, Kiwanis etc. Before long people would come up and ask me how much I would charge to speak to their group. My business model changed on the spot. I went from a writer who speaks to a speaker who writes. Before long I am traveling around this great state of Texas giving speeches and making presentations. Shortly after the book came out I was approached by THE Alamo. They asked to sell my book there..well Duh! As a result, I do book signings there every couple of months and I can tell you this, I have copies of my book on every continent of the world with the possible exception of Antarctica. I haven't sold one to a penguin yet. They dress nice but I hear they make lousy dates. We...Expand for more
really have been blessed by this book. It has won 3 national awards and has created many wonderful opportunities for me. I have to smile every now and then when I think back to being in English at LHS. If you had asked Mr. McBride or Mr. Seelbeck to choose two kids out of our class who would end up being published authors, MY name would have never come up in that conversation. I probably would have been one of the kids voted to go to Mr. Piper's office.That is still funny to me. On the personal side of life that native Texan and I were married about 12 years and we got divorced and I later remarried and had two wonderful kids. Whitney is now nearly 28, married and the great mom to my only grand baby, McKayla born just this past March. Another is on the way. My son, Tyler is trying to get into the police academy. Now there is one more aspect to my life that you must know about and that is about my name. I haven't been called Arthur since about 6 months after we graduated from high school. It literally changed the day I got to Kingsville. Let me explain. I doubt any of you ever knew or even remember my father except perhaps my "bro" Claude and that because he lived with us. My father was a WWII vet just like many of your dads. Mine was shot up within and hour of crossing the Rhine River. He literally had a kidney blown out of him. Looking back there is no medical reason why he should have survived it. I attribute it to his just being too mean & surly to die. I am glad he made it or I wouldn't be here. My father had 20 operations in England before they sent him back to the states. After he got back and met my mom...we can all guess the rest of that story. But he also poured himself in a bottle. I was born in Providence, RI but my father worked for a company called DeGogey Glass which moved to Laconia in about 1957. They used to have a space in the Cormier Hosiery Mill on Union Ave. Just up from Baldy's Corner. My father became a raging abusive alcoholic and physically tried to kill my mother & me when I was nine years old. We weren't close. Not to burden you with my crap but I remember recently having a conversation with someone and the thought came to me, I cannot remember a single thing my father and I ever did together. When I think of him, I never remember the 'good times' we had together. We never did anything "fun" together. I just remember being scared to death of him. Now that we have that established. My given name was Arthur. That was also my father's name. I was named for him. Now, in the summer of '64 I worked in a book bindery in Providence. My uncle's friend ran the bindery. It certainly gave me something to do. Another one of my Uncle Lou's friends was a man named Tweed. I still to this day don't know if I ever heard his last name but I got to tell you; for me, this guy WAS Joe Cool. He used to drive me around in his brand new 1964 1/2 Mustang convertible. Man this was just too fine for words. I admired the hell out him. Now let's fast forward to the day I arrived in Kingsville. One of my squadron members welcomed me and asked me what my name was. To this day, I cannot tell you why I said it but I blurted out the name, "Tweed." The name stuck to me like glue. From that moment on that is how everyone knew me. NO ONE knew who this Arthur guy was. When I met my future wife that is how she knew me, her family and all my friends. So when I started in radio it was a GREAT radio name. Let's face it once you hear it...you tend to remember it. So for 25 years I was Tweed. I was asked to change my last name on the radio from Chouinard to something easy to remember. My best friend in the college fraternity was Scott. So I became Tweed Scott. Again that is how everyone knows me then & now. By the time I was retiring from radio, I was already writing professionally for several magazines. It made perfect sense to to continue to write under that name. While interviewing people for my book I ran into someone who had changed their name and to make a long story short he gave me the paperwork I needed to go to court and legally change it and I did. So now, I am legally Tweed Scott Chouinard. Both my parents and step dad have passed on. Mom in '98, my father in 83 and my step dad in '04. So there was no one left to fuss at me about changing it. The fact is, I AM Tweed Scott. That is how I see myself. Today, I live in Cypress, TX which is a NW suburb of Houston. I am still a writer. I just recently released my second book as an e-book called 'Tex-A-Tude! I'm still a professional speaker. I speak about attitude, perseverance and embracing change and all things Texas. I also have another sideline that classmate Larry Howe got me into selling personal cooling towels and believe it or not, Horse Coolers here in Texas. So I started another small company called Texas Cool Wear. For me now it's all about quality of life. If I don't want to do something, I'm not doing it. I must admit, I turn 63 in about a week (July.16). I cannot believe I got here so fast. I am probably one of the oldest first time grand parents in the class.I didn't have my first one until I was 35 and the second when I was 40. I'm sure some of you are great grand parents by now. I'm looking forward to coming back for the 45th reunion in a few weeks... I want to hang around and make it back for the 50th. I figure that will be the last one I'll attend. On a quick side note. I suffered a stroke back in December (2010) It shot the hell out of my equilibrium but I have managed to get most of it back. It certainly drove home to me how precious life is. Seeing each of you will be especially sweet if I see you at the reunion this year. In closing, I want to thank you for hanging with my tome this long (If you did) but that is pretty much my life in one package. I've never done this before. There is lots more I could tell you but then I'm sure you have lots you could tell me. I'd love to hear your story. Looking back when we graduated that night in the Memorial Jr high gym could any of us even conceive of what lay ahead? Every time I go to a reunion, I leave the reunion with the exact same feeling after seeing old friends. That feeling is, I can die now. It's all right. My life didn't turn out so bad. I do want to say too that Laconia High School Class of '66 was and has remained special to me. I always had the feeling that there was something special about our group. In those days, I didn't run with the A crowd or the B crowd...hell I didn't run with any crowd (although I did feel close to the band people) I just want say thank you for your lasting friendships. I hope you have been as blessed in your life as I have been in mine. I'd love to hear from you. Contact me anytime & thank you for sharing life's most precious commodity with me...your time. Incidentally my direct email is not allowed here but a Google search of my name will easily lead to contact information. I pretty much take up the first couple or three pages on a Google search. In the meantime, take care of your precious selves.
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Whitney
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Typical back of the room book signing
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Is it kick off time yet? Why the Hell not?  I'm still waiting!
HOOK 'EM  !!!!
When I got back to my computer this afternoon, I found a new email. This was from the Battleship USS Texas! They are wanting to purchase Texas in Her Own Words to sell in their gift shop. YES!
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I just want to get out ahead of this. Just a reminder. OU SUCKS!  This is the week.  Hoist a brew for me.
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Happy first day of Spring from Texas!
This brings back lots of memories. It's a radio thing.
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My first car was a 1957 Studebaker Silver Hawk.
Here's what I am wearing today, Opening  Day for the Red Sox. Go Sox!  Opening in Cleveland. Not at Fenway until next week.
Yaz will ALWAYS be my favorite Red Sox hero!
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