Linda Magel:  

To avoid the risk of turning this into a puke inducing exhortation of the philosophical ruminations of a smart ass graduate of the Livergulch class of 1965 (whatever ever happened to..) I'll make this brief. Yeah, like that's gonna happen. Graduated, June 1965 like the rest of you Cowboys. Went to Chabot for all of about 30 seconds. Dropped out. Ronnie Gillette, off to war in the jungles of Vietnam, broke up with me when he found out. He wanted me to go to college and he was pissed. That worked out for the best. He and my good friend Marsha got together and appear to be in it for the long haul. Awesome! Went to work for Delta Air Lines, Philippine Airlines and eventually Qantas. I made good use of my free travel perks. Saw the world, had some wild times, and left my mark. Luckily I didn't get caught! At least it hasn't popped up on youtube. You can ask John Cuthbertson about the craziness. It was either his luck or misfortune to join in on one of those adventures when he was stationed in Germany. Munich! Oktoberfest! 'nuf said! In fact, you'd probably HAVE to ask J.C. 'cause it was my birthday and I was passed out. Good thing there were 3 of us on that trip - it took 2 of 'em to carry me. Don't even ask what other substances may have been involved - I wouldn't admit it anyway. All I know is that somehow we ended up in France. Good Times! I went back to school along the way and got my degree. Gillette was right! Met my love,Tom,at Delta. We had a son. John is almost 30. He's named after my dad who's alive and kicking out there in Springtown. He and his wife have blessed me with 3 gorgeous granddaughters. The big quake of '89 gave me a new perspective. That can happen while you're sitting in the middle of a bridge fo...Expand for more