Classes 70,71,73 where are you???
Class of 72 seems to have taken over the blog, maybe we had just to much fun at BS.
So I'm wondering where is Mark Schwinn, Brian Czekala and Harry Rodriguez, Jeff Kopel and a few others that I know were always planning something for the day.
Cherly Markovich shared a great story about defacing the building.
I've heard stories about how you guys would scare the crap out of Laurintine and other capers.
Do tell class of 71.
Len cook told the brief story about protesting the color changing from blue to brown and came to school with different color ties.
I'm sure there is more.
And Class of 73 shared some of there basket ball events.
We only have a few more weeks to dig the stories out of that rust memory of ours, so lets keep sharing.
Beth
posted by Beth @ 3:32 PM
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Ok, I was one of the bad boys. I will give the others a chance to fess up before I rat on them. I know Mr. Zagar knew about it and let us keep them. If one of the nuns caught us, it must have been St. Lauentine or someone cool because because we are still alive. As far as why we did it when there were so many "beauties" around us, well, uh, hmmm...good question.
ok class of 71, I agree with Beth it is about time that we contribute to the data base. The class of 71 was by no means a group of angels. Here are a few incidents that I can recall, the exact details will need to be filled in by the actual participants.
1) The opening of all the church windows in the middle of winter and then dispossing of the hand crank.
2) Stealing the Nun's keys.
3) Looking into the girl's bathroom through the ventilation system. (which is where the girls changed for gym class, not to mention the actual use of the restrooms)
4) and I think there was something about spitballs from the top of the choir???
I am sure there is more but if we are ever to know the whole truth we'll need to hear from the guys.
Thanks Blanche,
I love to laugh at the capers of BS.
Have fun,
Beth
Jerry, tisk tisk!
I know who the others are, one starts with a "S" and the other is an "F".
Come on boys.I also know that all the boys were a part of this but you 3 were the instigators.
And Mr. Zagar!!!! I'm surprised!!!!
Such a clean cut young man you were to allow those boys to have such filth in a catholic school.
Detention for you.
Beth
Ok. Mark schwinn has entered the site. Look out now everyone. The price of poker has gone up. Where is Mark Schwinn? He is comming to the event. Where is Jeff Kopel? The last time I saw Jeff he was walkinging into a gay bar as I was driving by. He might have been doing some kind of study. Maybe. As far as Harry and Brian, They as the best of friends to this day that I will ever have.
I'm trying to get on rcord that I was kidding about Jeff Kopel. It wpuld be nice if he makes the party.
aaWow. The Rydlewski brothers coming to the party. Lots of cool memmories with these two guys. Jim was over my house almost everyday after school on his motercycle visiting with my sister Margaret. Jim was then in love with Karen somebody. I can't remember her last name but she married a guy named Brat Cross from Andrean. Margaret and Karen were very good friends then and Jim was working on Margaret to put in some good words. John on the other hand was then in love with Donna Widelski. I remember being over the Widelski house on nice days and Donna might be outside in the yard and John would be on his motorcycle and ride past Donna's house every 15 minutes for 5 hours. Thats love baby. Hey John. I remeber you being on a Certs diet trying to lose weight. All you were eating was Certs. Remember? Looking forward to seing you guys.
So many names. So many memories. It's odd but evertime I've heard the name Garry Aloia in my adult life, I always remember the only interaction I ever had with him. Long story short, Garry had a younger brother at bs. I was in 7th grade and Garry was in 8th. I don't remember his younger brothers name or grade. I did something to his younger brother at first recess one day. There's no way I can remember what, but this kid told his older brother and was upset. Same day lunchtime recess. Here comes Garry running full speed across the play ground heading straight at me. He got directly in my face, his nose was touching mine. If I remember he even had one of his classmates with him as back-up. Garrys teeth were grinding and fire was coming out of his eyeballs. He told me if I bothered his younger brother again that I was a dead man. Now. I was bigger than Garry however, he was older than me and SUPER PISSED. The kid really intimidated me good. Not to mention he budy behind him. I saw an ass whiping comming and decided to just say I was sorry and thankfully he walked away. Seeing his name on the list brought out that story. See you soon Garry.
Tom Stinar. Thers a name I haven't heard in Years and years. Tom and I use to be good friends early on. We use to hang out together at bs and had alot of fun together. I don't quite remember the grade. Tom, maybe you will remember the grade, 6th maybe? Anyway, I know you will remember the story. I onces wrote a song. The words to a song at least. The song was written to a tune I can't remember but it was a popular song then on the radio. The words to the song were full of bad language and very foul comments. BAD. Tom and I laughed our asses off singing and making fun of the song. Well, Tom folded up the song and for some STUPID reason took it home in his pants pocket or note book. Now I use to go over his house and visit and even had supper with his mom and dad and family. They knew me. Rememer, all the song was was lyrics on a piece of paper, which is to same bad language wit no meaing unless you knew what tune it went with. Anyone want to guess what happen. YEP....Toms moms fond the piece of paper and Tom was immidiatly in deep shit. Tom waisted no time giving up his budy to save his butt. He and I remained friends but his mom and dad always look at me differant from that day on. Talk to me Tommy!!!
Kathy Kissel. Don't remember a lot about her other than the fact that she was very pretty. Once her brother "Frank" farted in class and everyone joked. Frank said, all I did was pass gas, whats the problem. End of story.
Paul Balunda. Wow I'm reaching now. Paul would move around the lunch tables during lunch and ask everyone if they wanted any "CC" I'll let Paul tell everyone what that means. Are you out there Paul
Hey. Paul Einikis. This kids dad owned a heating and air condition business. That means that Paul had access to freon-gas. I must tell the stories in person. Type will not give anyone what can happen here. It's a great memory.
Paul Bernard. I was a bad boy in my day but, Paul did shit that schock me. A true wild guy. Ask me and I'll tell you. He's was Great.
The Kacmar Family. These parents were obviously in love or just liked sex. Probably both. If this whole family shows up to the picnic, you better rent more tables.
Ellen White. Perfect!!!!!! And she was.
Cheryl Markovich. This women looks just like she did in high school. She does not showw her age at all. She is such a bitch for that. She looks alot like her mom. I wanted to have sex with her mom. Love you Cheryl.
Thanks for the memory, Mark. So is that why Blanche ran over my mailbox with her bike about 20 years later? I really don't remeber that incident at all and I'm sorry I gave you that lasting memory. Oh by the way I always had back up. I believe in delegating. It must have been my brother Larry who graduated in 73 with your brother Mike. I'm looking forward to seeing you again...I saw Margaret in Chicago last week. No back-up this time.
Gary, I am soooo embaressed. I can't believe I hit that mailbox! I'm sure it was quite the sight for anyone with a view. No one was home, I had nothing on me to leave a message so I picked myself up rode my bike back home. By the time I could get back to your house the mailbox was back in place!!!!
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