Reggie Kenner:
CLASS OF 1966
Needles High SchoolClass of 1966
Needles, CA
Pampa High SchoolClass of 1969
Pampa, TX
D Street Elementary SchoolClass of 1958
Needles, CA
Reggie's Story
School
Aaah...there was Ginny Irwin, now an attorney in Sedona, Az I understand. I think I fell in love the first time I saw her and still think of her with nothing but warm feelings. Her parents were way too much fun.
I don't think I'd want to do the high school thing all over again. Those are tough times for most everyone. One thing about it, Life in Needles back then was much different than now.
College
Spent about an hour in college in San Bernardino...I was NOT ready to go to college, didn't really pay attention in high school. I'm going to return to college after I retire. I may have something to teach others.
Went to Long Beach City College after I got out of the army in '71 and it was a much more rewarding experience although i spent only two hours there (two and a half if you count labs).
I met my wife while attending LBCC and it was the best thing that ever happened to me.
I love to learn and speak and discuss everything these days, a holdover from those philosophy classes.
I hate to read that so many people are of the opinion that print newspapers are a dying breed and we'll be getting our news from the internet. It's the discovery of news in a print paper and the in-depth writing that makes reading so much better. Of course, if you want "news lite" you can find it on the net. Television news? All about moronic, spoiled celebrities. What a wonderful world.
If we paid less attention to celebrities, maybe we could get back to people who are conversational about current events.
Workplace
I once thought Needles would be a great place for my kids to grow up as it was for me but the small-town life was quite different for me as an adult and I wanted the kids to live in a city, not a never-never land. I've never regretted the move to Bakersfield, it's close to Los Angeles (where I lived for several years) close to the mountains and the beach, although the decision to work for the railroad has not been so fruitful. It's changed drastically over the years to an oppressive occupation filled with stresses that were never there in the "good old days"
Nevertheless, it keeps me in clothes, microbrewed beer, and girlfriends...keeps the ex happy and I don't have much longer to go before I can find that golf game that deserted me several years ago.
Obviously this was written before my recent marriage but the history is the same.
Military
I was supposed to go into the Navy with Mike McGlynn on a buddy enlistment, alas, my sordid past caught up to me but Cousey was taken.
I volunteered for the draft and was advised by Mike Andrews to get into aviation. This was 1968, the height of the Vietnam police action and it sounded exc...Expand for more
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I was given a battery of tests where they pronounced that I was perfect for the combat engineers. I'm thinking "Hmmm, building bridges, homes, stuff like that?"...No!
I went for an extra year to get to helicopter mechanic's training and the first time I got into a helicopter and it got off the ground it was like...well, like the first time a boy has sex...I wanted to do it all the time.
In Vietnam I was in helicopter maintenace but kept subbing for crew chiefs who didn't want to go on the most dangerous missions...this was heaven.
I was in one crash which destroyed the ship but no one was seriously hurt and I was disappointed that I wouldn't be able to fly the next day.
All the shooting, the danger, the adrenaline, the boredom added up to the great adventure of my generation. I need to Hug Mike the next time I see him.
The Stateside Army was quite different than the do-it-yourself army of Vietnam and I was glad to get ot on time.
I got to hang out at Fort Ord in spring, Virginia in summer (wouldn't wish that on anyone) see Washington D.C. in summer, lots of historic cities in the area, and spent about a year or so in the swamps near Savannah, GA and lots of time in Atlanta, one of the coolest places in the South. While in Vietnam, went to Sydney, Australia for R and R.
I'm officially able to retire any time I want and am not quite able to do it right this minute...but I'm in a good spot. All I have to do is get pissed off enough (hard to do) and I'm out of here, no matter what.
I'd love to see all you guys again. What happened to our class reunions? My ex's class in Laconia, New Hampshire has a reunion every 5 years...my sister's class at NHS has one about every 5 years....Class of 66? Uh.......well.....Anyone want to do this?
And Now:
I was considering retiring to Needles but met a women on the internet, where I did all my divorced guy dating. We were way too far apart to ever date. Result: Married again and living at her house in Manhattan Beach. Big change. Three very small blocks to the sand...we walk four miles per day for exercise (almost down to an hour) on days that I don't play golf.
I've found a fun locals bar that serves Lagunitas IPA on tap. This is where everybody knows your name and our little golf group, a retired New Zealand Airlines guy (former Army photographer) and a retired professor of politics from Wales) go after our golf matches to have a great beer and have some guy time.
Write me.
Retired from the RR last year in Bakersfield and now look for little jobs around here, and play golf twice a week. Winters are brutal. I had to wear long sleeves and long pants to play golf. Brrrrrr!!!
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