WOW!!! You have to love the age in which we live. I found this site by total chance. (Actually, while looking for pairing's for an upcoming golf tournament) I cannot believe all of the discussions, posts, and ex-grads of the Seed on this board. I simply had no idea that anyone from an era long-gone was still actively acknowledging this time in his or her life. I have often felt as I was the only one who ever wondered; what ever happened to ... or what about...etc. The funny thing is I remember everything from my 30 years ago like it was yesterday. After reading many of the posts on this board, I feel like I have just stepped back into 1976. I remember: rap sessions, moral inventories, jingle bells, PB sandwiches, open night, straightening hundreds of chairs for Friday nights, the nasty smell of cigarette smoke layered on the concrete walls and floors, the softball games out back (and when Art would explode if his team lost), as a weekender sometimes going to homes which had little food and often no bed for me, the apartments, Big Jim from Georgia, little Chris, Cliff, all of the staff mentioned on this board, etc.
However, what I remember the most, are the people and the relationships we shared during this brief but very important time in our lives. Again, I often wonder what ever happened to so and so? I do not have nor do I carry ANY bad feelings about this time and quite frankly do not remember anyone from the Seed staff ever mistreating me or hurting me in any way. (Perhaps I should, I don't know) Additionally, I have a much better appreciation and understanding of how much my parents loved
me and what they went through during this time in our lives.
At the end of the day, the Seed, without question, put one very insecure, stupid, bad-attitude teenager on the right road which has gone on to accomplish many great things in his life and for that I am blessed and thankful.
Anyone from 75-77 remember these folks:
Duane (Cameron) D.
Terry R.
Ann Lee D.
John A.
Chris C.
Bonnie H.
Chase C.
Terri S.
Shaun T.
Lastly, Greg, I think I know who you are. Let's rap. And can anyone from this era remember the name of a very pretty blonde, tanned, blue-eyed girl from Ft. Lauderdale who drove her father's Mercedes convertible?