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5/24/02
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PHS Alumni On-Line
May 24, 2002
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7 Bulldog notes and a contest update:
Linda Head Hammer (59)
Bill Grace (59)
Robert Edwards (62)
Sharon Hemberry Giles (62)
Marcia Myers (63)
Paul Case (67)
Cliff Brown (67)

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**  Contest Update
About 3 weeks to go before two lucky people get to pick their favorite 50s, 60s, and 70s music from Jeff Jumper's (62) collection for a custom CD! We've picked up more than 300 new subscribers since the contest started on March 29. Dennis Cresswell (58) has a sizeable lead over Sandra Green Reuther (63) for referring the most new subscribers. And as of 5/24 there are a total of 136 names in the hat for the random drawing. Keep sending in those names! - Paul

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From: Linda Head Hammer (59)

  The Drive-In in Angus Village was the Stop `n Go. Considered rival turf and was the scene of a swift and massive deposit of powdered tempera (purple & white) as a post-game message to the Lions. Attempted to color the Lion cheerleaders purple that night, but due to a hasty getaway, the party of Bulldogs (mostly boys) never knew if they met their mark. I wonder if anyone else recalls that evening…

Linda Head Hammer (59)
Pasco, WA
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From: Bill Grace (59)

  Ann tells me the hangout in Kennewick was Max's Stop and Go. Ann graduated from Kennewick Hi in `59 and knows ALL those old places.

Bill Grace (59)
Vancouver, WA
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From: Sharon Hemberry Giles (62)

  Hi, I am Sharon Hemberry Crothers now Giles. I enjoyed reading all the notes from everyone.

  Hello Bill Grace. Glad to see you mention some of the people I knew. Even in 62 and before that there was some good times at all those Drive ins. Well talk to you all later.

Sharon Hemberry Giles (62)
Lumberton, TX
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From: Robert Edwards (62)

Re: fast food:
  Don't forget the french fries in the brown paper bags! The grease would run right through!! Still the best fries I have ever had! Wilkies In & Out.


Robert Edwards (62)
Kennewick, WA
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From: Marcia Myers (63)

To Judy Brewer Egbert:
  Nice to have you online. The place in Angus Village, I do believe, was The Stop and Go. Man they had hot chocolate to die for .....… they put in vanilla ice cream to cool it, not whipped cream.
Ummmmmmm. Great stuff.

Marcia Myers (63)
Vancouver, WA
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From: Paul Case (67)

  The grass is gone! It didn't take long to remove it from Edgar Brown Memorial Stadium. I hear graduation this year is going to feature mass mud wrestling! Just kidding, but wouldn't that be a sight to see? I took a few pictures today and added them to the Stadium Project Progress page on the web site. Don't forget to buy your turf before it's all gone!

Paul Case (67)
Pasco, WA
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From: Cliff Brown (67)

Another "rerun" of an earlier story:
[also added to Special Archives web page. - Paul]

  Another evening cruise story was when Jim Gladden and I went over to Kennewick high school to plant a smoke bomb in the football field. Harvey Houston, or someone, had shown Jay [Van Sant, 67WB] and Jim how to make gunpowder with ingredients from a local drug store. Saltpeter and charcoal powder. We learned also that, if you added powdered sulfur, you could make an incredibly odiferous smoke bomb. We would mix up a batch in a large coffee can, and then take a common flashbulb for a camera -- the type they no longer use -- and solder wires to the bulb for subsequent use as a type of firing device. When buried in the coffee can, surrounded by mixed gunpowder, the bulb would light it off in no time if we touched a 12-volt battery to the other ends of the wires.

  So we drove over to Kennewick one night on my motorcycle and got into the empty football field. Was the night before the homecoming game, which was always a loud rivalrous affair between these two cities on opposite sides of the river. We parked the bike outside part of the stadium, and walked into the grassy part of the football field. The idea was to bury the coffee can in the middle of the field and bury the wires so that they would lead over to the grandstands for ignition during the next game's halftime show. That mission accomplished, Jim took my keys and went back to get the bike. In his exuberance, and in the darkness, he drove the bike at a good clip over toward where I was. He failed to see a single half-inch wire rope cable strung about chest high which separated the place where he had parked the bike from the inside of the stadium. Drove right into it and was swept off the bike. Suffered a broken mirror or such when it fell over -- the bike, that is. Jim seemed shook up but okay.

  We then raced back over the old bridge to the Pasco side. Went through about three lights in a row which happened to be green. Didn't hear the police siren behind me until Jim, knocking on my helmet, got my attention and wanted me to pull over. I turned around and, for the first time (since the mirror was broken) saw this 1967 Plymouth Belvedere cop car racing up behind us with his front end raised in the acceleration mode, coming through the third traffic light and turning left onto the street which leads by the Pasco library. I pulled over and stopped. When the cop finally came up alongside, on foot, I said, "I suppose you want to see my license." His words were, "You're damn right and I also want to see you in jail." He didn't know about the smoke bomb, but seems I had been speeding through a 25 mph zone at over 60, and leading him unwittingly in a high-speed chase. Eventually lost my license for 60 days for that one. Would have been worth it if the bomb had functioned as planned, but the small batteries we had with us during half-time were too weak to get enough current through that length of wire. Later, after the game, we touched the wires to the batteries on my motorcycle and it went off exactly as planned. Would have been great to have it happen when the Kennewick band was on the field, but no such luck.

Cliff Brown (67)
Bogota, Colombia
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