These posts bring back so many memories. Here's where we spent our youth, sitting at the gate or door on SR84, weeding the flower beds, painting the awnings, doing night duty. Remember staying the night, doing rounds around the building every 20 minutes, eating some take out sub that gave you rank morning breath, watching the sun go down? Sometimes Dave R. would play the old piano in the back room and we would sing. Sometimes Jeff P. would have a guitar and we'd sing Teach Your Children well. We thought we were saving the world. I can't say it was a waste, because of what I learned about friendship, but what I learned about the world was all false. The only thing the seed taught was obedience to authority, and that is fine in the military but not so good in the real world, unless you have the willingness to challenge that authority when you find it to be wrong. Anyway, I can't believe that building is gone now I am sad to have my youth disappear...
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Wally Gator[ This Message was edited by: cleveland on 2005-02-14 09:18 ]