Jeannie Hinck:  

Life Hey, thanks for looking up my bio. If you see anything scary up there, close your eyes! (heh,heh) For more than 20 years, I was a Singer/songwriter/ entertainer and for several years, part owner of a popular, local music hall, called "The Little Ole Opry Co." Located near Burfordville, Mo. Several years following, I interned with the Irish Republican entrepreneurial Star Travelers. A cosmically conservative, outlaw band, on the fringes of societal evolution, we set about the enormously, minuscule task of saving extremely, small, unimportant planetoids, from near distinction. (Pluto was nearly, our most prestigious success) Sometime during my association with the R.E.S.T., I was sucked through a Loop-hole and blown into a prison cell phone, where I had no choice, but to listen to monitored communications, with conviction. Since my escape, I've continued to hide out in the old home town, where I help own and operate an avionics shop, at the local, airplane patch. His highness, Head Cheese and I, now live in a rural hood, where we have started a neighborhood watch, for drive-by tater gun shootings, between rival 4H and FFA members. (They are fun to watch... the whole neighborhood enjoys them. We have even formed a junior league of watchers, called "The Tater Tots Neighborhood Watch.) Aside from my head executive duties, I am a highly unrecognized, published author and private collector of thought. I still sing and entertain, upon occasion.... but mostly, I just, write, as not too many of my fans are interested in anything I do. ...... If Classmates.com ever asks us to include a favorite, high school memory, I'm going to say, it was the time we threw JJ Farqhar's shoe, out the window, during Ms. Sachman's history class..... I hadn't thought of that in a long time. Golly.... that was fun! ........ Oh! .... and the time Miss May, my English Literature Teacher, saw the used, prophylactic, laying on the sidewalk, in front of school. She said, "Girls! Do you see what I see?" (Of course, we had all seen it, and ignored it..... except for Gurtta, who had been poking it, with a stick.) Anyway, Miss May took the stick from Gurt, skewered the flaccid wormskin and flung it into the trash can, in one, eligant, fluid motion. Miss May was the coolest teacher! We still ask the same, age old question... "Can you bake an apple pie, Ellen Dye, Ellen Dye?" Sadly, the answer is still, "NO!" Still coloring outside the lines. Still blowing bubbles in the tub. bdeepa deepa deepa - That's all, folks! PS: What is your favorite high school memory? Poetry, by Yours Truly... THE KID He was young he was cocky and his name was Rocky but everyone called him The Kid They knew of his fame for his excellent aim so they hid from the kid yeah they did One late afternoon he strolled into a room and he shot a poor girl in t...Expand for more