Mary Waggoner:  

November 2020 Fifty four years ago, upon graduation, it’s likely none in that class of 1966 – or any other WGHS graduate group – would have envisioned a year like 2020. In this season of gratitude in this year of uncertainty and surprises, I’m grateful for health and safety and the ability to avoid COVID contagion – at least so far. In life since Kremmling, I’ve been blessed to live in beautiful and wild areas of Montana, Idaho and now Washington state – and to work in an array of careers that put to use the solid English, communications and writing instruction of Miss Head and Mr. Baum. Retired now – and up until COVID imposed isolation – I’ve traveled to beautiful and wild areas of Italy, Peru and Novia Scotia and jumped out of an airplane (Doing so over the age of 65 requires a doctor’s note; isn’t THAT age discrimination?) Christmas eve on the Inca Trail, dining on quinoa soup and coca leaf tea; seeing Machu Picchu at sunrise on Christmas day – THAT didn’t require a doctor’s note, and it was a LOT more strenuous! I learned to make Italian noodles after hiking Cinque Terre, and had a rustic Italian dinner in Sorento’s oldest lemon grove on the Amalfi coast – AFTER scrambling through Etruscan tombs that few tourists ever see. Novia Scotia lobsters ARE the world’s largest, but, nope, I’m not up for eating that green brain stuff on bread! A group of us saw the St. Pat’s parade on the streets of Dublin; the natives ...Expand for more