Vic Currier:  

CLASS OF 1965
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Bakersfield, CA
Kofa High SchoolClass of 1965
Yuma, AZ
Sunset High SchoolClass of 1965
Beaverton, OR

Vic's Story

Life My good fortune was to have attended three high schools and made such good friends at each. Those are my best memories. Can't say enough about the friendships in Portland at "Willie Walker" and Sunset High. I was at Kofa High in Yuma, AZ when President Kennedy was assassinated. For me? That brought "mortality" right into the living room. I lived out the last American Graffiti "cruisin' year" ('65) in a bright yellow '57 Chevy that cost $500 (wish I had it now!). Attended all the Beach Boys concerts I could. Then, after graduation (East Bakersfield HS '65), I went to the University of Arizona at Tucson (Geraldo was there). My life changed radically. 'Saw Janis Joplin and Ginger Baker's "Cream" in the Haight-Ashbury for a dollar; and hippies making love in the Park (weird); Linda Ronstadt at a coffee house on 5th Avenue for 50-cents. Shared mead in an over-sized snifter with the "Mama's and Papa's" - at my buddy's house when they couldn't afford a motel.... 'damn, that Michelle was hot! We lived during an amazing era! Music was at the forefront of my life in those days. Shipped out to Vietnam in '69 and stayed 4-deployments. Lovely place. 'Got out in 1971, after seeing Australia, Japan, Scandinavia and England on Uncle Sam's dime. Had dinner, at the very gracious invitation of my Southern Belle cousin, with a co-founder of the CIA, "Bill" Jackson (...this man could tell some stories!!). 'Was the recipient of a "Dear John" letter the morning after a rocket attack at the base; and took more helicopter rides than I would have liked (I had no idea those Hueys could fly nearly upside down!) Worked for the SP (now UP) railroad out in Arizona and Texas until about 1980. At the same time, I was able to manage the beginnings of a second career: I became an insurance company executive in El Paso ('76); saw "Asleep At the Wheel" at the Anthony Gap; then moved to Austin, TX ('79) to manage a mortgage company. Had dinner at Windows on The World (twin towers), the Sears Tower (in the fog), the Four Seasons and Tavern on the Green in New York, and San Souci in D.C. (My boss, a Vietnam vet and two-time Silver Star recipient, had a penchant for expensive dinners and fine wine.... somebody had to do this, don't you know, so I volunteered). Saw Delbert McClinton at the old Soap Creek Saloon, and the Bob Wills Band & Kenny Threadgill at the Armadillo. Went to Willie Nelson's picnic at the Pedernales River golf course he bought in 1980 - 70,000 people for two days. Never saw so many beer cans, nor had so much fun on the river with my brother and 20 of our very good friends. Became a power boat fanatic, only to find that I really liked sailing, and racing sail boats, later in life. 'Been to Luckenbach, where everybody can be somebody. Saw the one hit wonder, Timbuktu (...'future's so bright, I gotta wear shades...), at the Cannery.... a little out-there for me. Managed to screw up two marriages, but "adopted" two of the best daughters a man could ask for. Then married wife number 3 - who was smarter than me (that rimes). We've been together for over 37-years now. She's a blue-eyed Commanche Indian; a descendant of Chief Quanah Parker and she keeps me hoppin'. 'Never know what's around the next corner, if you catch my drift. Denise and I were in the real estate and mortgage business in Southern California, Arizona and New Mexico for over 25-years, except for a s...Expand for more
hort stint while I managed a bunch of Longshoremen and Teamsters (like mixing oil and water) at the Port of Los Angeles. Sailed the Pacific and the Gulf of Mexico, trying to make it 710-miles from Cancun to Paradise Island, Bahamas in a 40-foot boat; ran into two storms and roughed it out in 12 to 15-foot chop, two nights in a row. Visited Havana, Cuba. Was buzzed by a Homeland Security jet and boarded by USCG armed men and women in black (jack boots, and all). That was a humbling moment. "Swashbuckler, Pirate of the Caribb3ean" one day; prisoner at gunpoint the next. Turned out it was only a Coast Guard training exercise for their crew. Ha. Ha. Glad we could help. In 2002, while sailing the Gulf, we put in at Key West, where I found out I wasn't just a mutt. Turns out, my family descended from the "Eleuthran Adventurers", who came to the Bahamas circa 1647, then to Florida in the 1800's; and that my great, great, great uncle was the first Marine from Key West to die in France during WW-I. The American Legion Post 28 at Key West is named after him, MGSgt Arthur Bates Sawyer. When I returned to Phoenix, we attended the second "Farewell Tour" of Chicago and the 4th or 5th (maybe the 6th) "Farewell Tour" of the Eagles (Joe Walsh For President!). We got into Rick Warren's "The Purpose Driven Life" and just like most, we fall in and out of grace many times each day. And, of all the English Lit books I just could not understand in college, I now appreciate C. S. Lewis' "Mere Christianity". I finally get it. In the Fall of 2000, I shed the tie and 3-piece suit for Levi's, leather gloves and my all-weather "Carhartt" jacket. We decided to "semi-retire" in the mountains of New Mexico (2004), raising thoroughbred horses, to let it all soak in.... "life" that is. While living like hermits in the wild, I discovered my wife is a real good cook, and that you can truly have 500 channels on a dish satellite connection - and still have nothing worth watching. An odd thing happened, in the past 4 years we have met, or renewed acquaintances with, 200 or so dear friends, including a lot of old high school buddies. Once a week, I drive into town to the local "cheers" establishment and take my rightful place at the "alpha" bar with a former Lieutenant Governor; an Alaskan salmon fisherman; an electrician; an ex-artillery officer (WHAT ??, ...can't hear you!); a jazz composer; and a couple of building contractors. We laugh and cuss and discuss over the news and sports of the day. I get my fix. Then go home to the animals. Anyway, we decided to get out of the business. Although, I love horses, they're very expensive. Fighting the cold, windy mountain winters at 7,000 feet, and managing the place, have just become too much work for this "old guy". (Geez! I hate to admit that !) By God's grace, I've lived a pretty FULL life (....perhaps Forrest Gump comes to mind here?). I've stayed in shape for most of it and remained active, but now there's hair growing in places I wish it wouldn't; and not growing in places I wish it would! I tried the rocking chair.... it's boring. You'll see. Like Kinky Freidman says, "I was too young for Medi-care, and too old for women to care" when I retired in 2008. Anyway, I refuse to fully retire, so I'm not sure what the future holds. Death is certain but maybe I'll try to write another book in the meantime. See ya' on the flip side.
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