Kenneth Karrenbauer:
CLASS OF 1979
Walnut Ridge High SchoolClass of 1979
Columbus, OH
Kenneth's Story
As I sat here typing with my WD-40 stained fingers and wondering how I'm going to be able to convey the complex set of MAD SKILLZ that define much of what and who I have become,
I suddenly thought to myself
"WWSD?" (What Would Snookie Do?) Which is really rather odd because I barely know who she is, and proudly have never consciously watched so much as a nanosecond of "Jersey Shore".
None-the-less I quickly drank an entire bottle of vodka, which is a particularly bad idea for someone like me who drinks like a......well....person who doesn't drink much.
SOooo as I refunded the vodka into the nearest trashcan, it hit me like the hot kiss on the end of a wet fist!
I thought to myself "JSSCHLBRandbsieyrrrr.." because I was utterly hammered but after several cups of coffee my head cleared enough to scribe a few lines. So other than admittedly being a colossal waste of a few minutes of both your and my own life that we can never get back, here's the crib note version of what's happened to me over the last 30 years or so.
After a stint in the Navy, I spent eighteen years in Wash DC, a year in Jamaica and twelve in Texas and I'm...Expand for more
now back in Ohio working in Cleveland for United Airlines. After having committed the common rookie mistake of getting married twice to the tune of over six figures, I'm now single and once again enjoying life with my lovely girlfriend, and have returned to my first true love painting (see pics for my latest works in progress) Thirty years of guitar have paid handsomely and I can be found from time to time jamming the blues at local watering holes.
Itâs a little known bit of sports trivia that I would have been a favorite to win a gold medal at the Olympics
were it not for the fact that I am about as athletically gifted as an average preschooler
who has downed three shots of Tequila,
and the only thing I ever got out of lifting weights is sweaty and bored out of my skull.
So like most of the rest of the world I am forced to live vicariously through someone elseâs child from Florida who just happens to play football for Ohio State.
If you remember me I'm surprised and I do apologize for whatever dumbass things I did and said way back when and welcome any inquiries and chances to reminisce about those days of yore.
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