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Forgot to mention in my rantings;

I drove up from Bakersfield, CA., to visit Running Springs about two months ago.  The town really is pretty much as it was in 1980-1981 when I was there.

Lloyds store is still there, and the bars that the wonderful staff used to frequent.

Because the school had changed hands, I wasn't able to drive thru as I would of liked to.  I needed to drive back out down the winding drive way.  I needed to feel myself do that.  

I spoke to many shop owners in town.  Apparently, CEDU or whatever the fuck they were calling themselves at the end owed a lot of money in town.

They owed the store, they owed the hardware store.  They didn't pay their employees that worked at CEDU.  

As you all know, they gave parents 24 hours to pick up their children.

Nice....really nice. :flame:

I had two fucking classes at CEDU in 1980.  Honest to God, they were Art History, and God damn basket weaving run by some fag named Michael.  I think he married a blonde broad named Heather.  

I came out with NO education.  How the hell did that place stay open?

I mean, how many dicks did Dan Earle and Michael Allgood actually have to suck to keep that place afloat? :rofl:

My name is Tracy, and I arrived at Cedu/Running Springs October of 1980.  I was 17.

These are my "fond" memories:

I remember Pat Brown.....the pig farmer.  Didn't he marry that red headed bitch?  It was a hoot how John Padgett (mother fucker) announced in a rap how Pat had fucked his sister-in-law.  Like we really needed to hear that.

I remember Dan and Carmen Earl.  Disgusting and cruel.  Didn't Dan screw Jennifer Polson?  That's what I heard. Hope he didn't, but he probably did.  Carmen, by the way............fuck you.

I remember a student, named Steven Goodyear.  A really nice kid from the south.  He was killed in a car accident driving down the highway to San Bernardino.  He was flying home.  I guess they named a garden after him, which was really nice.

I was there when the kitchen caught on fire.  Needless to say, I didn't shed a tear.

I remember Rhonda Huber, Randy Eide from Chicago, Pam, Nancy from Chicago, Howard Uben who was kind of cool, etc.

But do you want to know what I remember most?

My parents drove up from the San Fernando Valley on their first visit to see me on 12/28/80.  Thank God, we had a wonderful visit.  That visit ended at 5:00 p.m., and at 5:15 p.m., my father suffered a fatal heart attack, and died.  Their car crashed into the fence behind the pizza place in the town of Running Springs.

Of all fucking people, it was John Padgett that took me to once side, and told me my father had died.  Lurch from the Addams Family would of told me in the same manner.  "Your father had a heart attack.  He's dead."

That's all John said.  Jesus Christ, John.  What in God's name was wrong with you?  You had no business working with children or young adults.  

Then, there was debate as to if I would be "allowed" to attend my dad's funeral.  I was able to attend......I should be so grateful, I guess.

I finally split during a doctor's appointment in Sherman Oaks, and never looked back.  

I'm 44 years-old, and have made a good, happy life for myself.  Yet, I wonder how that joint ever stayed in business.  Who was really qualified to run that school?

My rant is over, and apparently, so is CEDU.  Thank God.