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Scott Quantz
Trivia? Well, of course...
Before Seattle, I lived in Michigan and in 9th grade is was Jack Purcell tennis shoes in yellow, madras shirts and penny loafers with no socks.
At Franklin it was brown and white saddle shoes with Levi's 501s. I bought a pair of plaid, wool slacks from Gary's Closet that I believed to be very cool... then. That year I was on the same debate team as a fellow named Frank Raines. We partnered for one match and, of course, won. Now he's known as Franklin Raines and is hated by the right wingers.
At Shorecrest, things were upscale. Do you remember the light blue seersucker slacks that were the rage for awhile?
"I don't even know what I was running for - I guess I just felt like it." Was the theme to my life for a short time. Does anyone recognize the source and remember why it was my theme?
"L'homme est une passion inutile." is another one that got to me. I carried the book around for months, read it four times in immediate succession and didn't understand 10% until I read it again when I was 45... Guess the book and win Carl Castles' voice on your home answering machine.
"Whaddayatalk?"
Tony Angell's birds of prey?
"Then Came Bronson" forced me to sell my 650 BSA. I bought a Sportster when I landed in Kansas.
"Cruising Colby...?"
Sambos (I cooked there) and Denny's (I cooked there too)?
I stole a case of eggs from Sambos (30 dozen) for Halloween, 1968. Earl, and, I think,Ed along with my delinquent cousin crammed in my '61 Rambler American wagon and went egging. We traded a flat of eggs (2 1/2 dozen) for a tank of gas. I was ratted out (you know who you are) and got fired. It was a good lesson for two reasons. 1) Stealing is wrong and, 2) Friends cannot be trusted to watch your back.
Joe, Ed, Earl, Lyman and I demolished the car the following spring when we went camping near Marysville. On the way up, we got pulled over because Earl had flipped off some guy to had cut us off (in fairness to Earl, he used his ring finger rather than the traditional one) and we got a warning for making obscene gestures.
It was about that time my best friend from Franklin, Joe McKinney, committed suicide after become a devotee of Camus, and my mother attempted the same, trying to take my sisters with her.
That was really the Shorecrest experience for me, in a microcosmatic nutshell; fun underscored by pain and tragedy...
Now I wish I hadn't started this...
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