4 Bulldog alumni notes today:
Robert Berger (64)
Ginger Mitchell Wedin (64)
Cliff Brown (67)
Patti Scharf Noakes (67)
From: Robert Berger (64)
To Carol Cubilie and Linda Case Key:
I agree with you buttermilk does sound weird, and like you I did the same mix to make my own AC sauce. But then on a return trip to the Dry Cities for a visit many years ago, I ran into my old girlfriend Judy Ferrell (KHS 67) and she worked at the Kennewick Ave store. The sauce she made there was equal mayo and ketchup, AND a dab of mustard. Wasn't the woman who ran the Pasco AC named Francis?
To Joe Boyd:
What in the world are you talking about and trying to do? Are you breathing that clean air up in B'ham now that GP is closed up and it is infecting your brain? What did I miss out on (information wise) on your program here? Are you still doing radio and in the same house up there?
TC winter sports cont:
Another event would be school bus hickeybobbin . . . we lived on Court, and the bus let us off at the corner of Rd 48. My little brother, Jimb (70), use to "ride the bus" home from the corner, on the bumper nearly every day when there was snow. He said the bus driver knew it, and kept an even speed, and he would let go and slide into the driveway like a water skier to the dock. When we were in school we NEVER got away with thing like that!!! ;+)
Also, continuing the cool nickname stories, I noticed my name was listed here as Bob. I know that's what I was called when we were in school . . . but . . . I never liked the name, it was a name people forced on me just because my name is Robert. But as Tedd deLong (formerly Tedd Dickenson (63) once said, "If you can get Bob out of Robert, why can't you get Bobj?" At that time there were 5 Robert Berger persons in TC's. He is how I got my "j" in "Bob-jay" if you say it. He is Tedd with 2 "d's" or the double d, as opposed to Ted Davenport from Richland, Ted with one "d". My brother became Jimb, when he was to sign his Equity contract could not use the name Jim Berger because in the last 50 years someone else had used that name he could not. Sometimes his credits show up on some of the shows he's worked, and they usually misspell his name.
[Sorry! You are now officially Robert in the database. - Paul]
Does anyone remember or know what ever happened to Mike Castle or John Burkheart? I believe both moved away and did not graduate from PHS.
I think Mike was about class of 65. When LBJ was VP and came through Pasco to dedicate Ice Harbor Dam, he spoke at PHS and I got through the secret service and police and got him going out the boys' locker room for an autograph as the motorcade was getting ready to leave. Mike and I then hitchhiked the motorcade as it left PHS parking lot, and actually got a ride from a guy who turned out to be the chief engineer on the project. He even let Mike bring his dog with him! So here we are riding in a big 'ol Buick the motorcade waving back at the crowds of people lining the route all the way to the dam! It was like being movie stars or something to kids who didn't even have drivers licenses yet. Someday I am going to have to get around to developing that roll of film I took that day.
John ran around with Barney Turnbow and had the lowered 50 Merc, and his Mom worked at the restaurant that became the Chinese Gardens. One night we told her we were going to sleep in the car in the driveway. Right. We waited about all of 1.5 minutes and begin pushing the car out the driveway to the street (Rd 68?) and down the road to a dirt road in a field before we started the motor to "sneak off" to see the Kitze twins in Kennewick. We're there "hanging out" when the phone rings, and it's like after 11pm. Then Dorothy comes down the hall to where Doris and I were and says "...it's your Mom..." to me. Major league busted. His Mom watched us push our brains out, laughing the whole time, then called my Mom! Last time I saw John was his wedding night when his wife told him her brother was going to be the best man...not me...on the way to the wedding. Can you say controlling?
Robert Berger (64)
From: Ginger Mitchell Wedin (64)
To Lois Kincaid:
Hi also to Betty from a former PHS tennis player. There is a Kincaid in my family now - my daughter Heidi married a Mark Kincaid.
I spent whole summers in the pool. We DID have a family pass. I always thought my folks were so generous to get it. After I had my own kids, I realized that no matter what it had cost, they probably would have paid the price to have us out of the house during the summer! On the way home (I always walked--lived by the high school), I loved to stop at the Tastee Freeze. There was this pop-up that was orange and vanilla and cost only a nickel!
You are all right, the sauce for the fries was the BEST. I cannot remember tho that it had any pickles in it?? I too have had tried to recreate it with just ketchup and mayo . . .
Ginger Mitchell Wedin (64)
Highlands Ranch, CO
From: Cliff Brown (67)
Hunting on the River
It was on the river in front of those hills across from the 300 area that my brother Doug and I had another close call once.
It was either Christmas day or the day right before or after. Things were pretty well closed down. We took my Dad's motor boat and drove up to some islands between the 300 Area and those hills where the Floom is. We had guns and were going to hunt something. We didn't really care what. We shot some mud hens, which are little useless birds that don't taste good to eat. I don't think we were using a shotgun; just a twenty-two. We probably broke every bird law in Washington State that day. We weren't even supposed to be in the river up there, since the 300 Area was still off limits for reasons of national security. We didn't have a shotgun and were taking shots at whatever birds we happened to see. We may have intended to camp on one of those islands, but -- perhaps because it was too cold -- we decided to come back late in the evening. We had waited too long. It was dark coming back down river. I remember pointing this little flashlight ahead of the boat to see what we were doing. As we were steering to avoid one small island, the flashlight, I thought, was pointed towards the large hills on the distant bank. I remember thinking to myself, "Damn this is a powerful little flashlight, to cast a spot on those hills which must be several hundred yards away". Or thoughts to that effect anyway. Suddenly what I thought was a hill on a distant river bank was looming straight up in front of the boat and getting bigger by the second. The boat was headed at top speed straight into the side of another island we had not seen. Doug swerved the boat as steeply as he could to the right, almost ditching us into a very cold river in the process. We missed the island. The only damage was a banged up propeller and some teenage pride. Angels in action.
Another time, after my folks had moved to Moses Lake, Steve Felton and I took our boat and went down to the lake to put in at Airmen's Beach. This is not far from the "Base", as they call it -- the collection of homes which enlisted men stayed in next to the former Larson's Air Base, which has been converted now to civilian use. It has the longest runway in Washington State. The skies are filled these days with 747's and other assorted aircraft which purchasers from Boeing are testing. They can fly over in about 30 minutes from Seattle or Everett and do touch and go landings all day long. Japan Airlines has built a large maintenance facility right there at the base. That's where my folks lived when they first moved to Moses Lake. The rent was cheap, and it was conveniently located near my dad's work, at Bonneville Power Administration. Airmen's Beach was a close by swimming hole and boat launch/county part.
So Steve and I are hauling the boat back up the ridge which overlooks Airmen's Beach, and which probably forms the ridge of one of the old riverbeds which the Columbia passed on one of its many various reroutings, courtesy of the glaciers, when the boat trailer and boat come loose from the trailer on the dual-cab, VW pickup which was my dad's pride and joy. The boat and trailer start this slow backwards descent, following the gravel road which leads down to the lake. Steve and I notice it, but by the time we got the pickup stopped and got out to go after the trailer, it was hopeless. The trailer was racing down the road about 50 yards below us, but still somehow magically following the road itself instead of leaping off into the ravine next to it. Then, before we knew how, the trailer turned and headed directly backwards toward the side of the ravine -- but it came to a complete stop with the tires of the trailer posed about 1 foot from disaster. We backed the VW pickup down to it, hitched up, and proceeded on our way. I swore it was just like some Greek God had intervened and stopped it right on the stop. Years later, when I actually read the Iliad and Odyssey, I knew I was right.
Cliff Brown (67)
From: Patti Scharf Noakes (67)
Hello Class of '67!
We just finalized the reunion plans for the locations last night, at the committee meeting. Please answer the survey [at ClassMates.com], so we can include something for everyone. A wine tour would be about an additional $40.00 (ONLY FOR THOSE WHO CHOSE THAT OPTION). Let us know, so we can contact the tour company. The tour includes snacks and sounds nice. (e-mail me for more info) Also, everyone please send me your surface mail address and your phone number. Thanks,
Patti Scharf Noakes (67)