Robert Borsum:  

Life Retired. Single. Never married; no kids. Overall, happier than a witch in a broom factory or a camel on Wednesday (guess what day it is?). You can find me in Fullerton at rdbudgie at cs dot com. I returned to Fullerton College in 1982 where I finally earned my AA in Genera Education with an emphasis in journalism, and Cal State Fullerton where I earned by BA in Communications: News-Editorial sequence. Fun fact: I still have the Ronald McDonald Travel Kit that I received as a graduation gift from the Pleiades newspaper staff, that also served as a thank you for keeping the recently opened McDonald's in business during my three years at Fullerton High. Fun activity: If the Seinfeld show aired when we were in high school who would your characters be? For me: Seinfeld - Bob Borsum Kramer - John Aspridy George - Larry Serrano Newman - John Johnson Elaine - Unfortunately none of us had an Elaine. The Position I Never Ran For Toward the end of October, 1971, Fullerton High held its annual election for Homecoming Queen and Her Court. It was a relatively simple election that was open to all grade levels. From 8 a.m. thru a little after 3 p.m. the polls were open and you cast a vote for the Homecoming Queen and the Junior, Sophomore and Freshman Princesses. The runner-up to the Queen would become the Senior Princess. It was one of those California picture post-card days: clear – well, at that time, as clear as it could get because of smog – sunny but with a nip of coolness in the air. I left my house for the short walk to school with no thoughts in my mind. I no sooner began my walk on Berkeley Avenue when a car passed and the passengers, with the windows rolled down, yelled out: “hey Bob, we voted for you!” Voted for me? Why? How? I’m not running for anything. A couple more cars passed by and the occupants once again hollered: “good luck, Bob! We voted for you!” I was astounded. What had I done; what could I possibly be voted in for? As I reached the corner of Berkeley Avenue and Lemon Street and crossed the street to reach the campus nearly every car that passed – at least those occupied by students – either chanted “vote for Bob” or advised me in no quiet manner that they had voted for me. When I reached the faculty parking lot I ran into Johnson, who also said he voted for me. When I asked Johnson what exactly did he vote for me for as I was not running for anything he simply pointed to a banner draped down from the clock tower that was adjacent to the Louis E. Plummer Auditorium at the southwest corner of Lemon Street and Chapman Avenue. I looked at the banner with surprise and disbelief. Printed in big black letters were the words “vote Borsum for Queen.” Now I don’t know who got into the clock tower and climbed the stairs to the top of what was supposed to be a secure and locked appendage but I was glad that when my dad passed by on his way to work that either because it was dark or that he wasn’t paying attention he did not see the banner. All day long I was confronted with classmates from all grade levels – both friends and foes – either letting me know that they voted for me or that based on what they heard I would win the election. I cast my vote at lunchtime and, other than the girls running for their respective posi...Expand for more