St. Agatha 8th Grade Graduation 1971.It seems like this is the time when for me the brotherhood just had a hint of starting to jell. It was cool, we were heading to High School..
Remember Wally Pivetta? He was from my neighborhood on Fenton. Him and I got busted drinking Stroh's fire brewed ale at Taft junior high school field one afternoon and I think it was celebrating 8th grade graduation! Detroit cops on scooters chased us down in the field and then proceeded to Fenton Ave to tell our parents.
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Taft JH was a favorite hangout of ours since it was just a few doors down from my house. I can remember playing football one afternoon and Randy Parzych riding a mini-bike back and forth through our field. In a moment of frustration, I threw the football at him as he sped by and it knocked him off the bike. An older fellow who was his neighbor walked right up to me and, without a word, coldcocked me. I went down hard and was pretty sure I didn't ever want to be punched again.
...and I haven't.
"Innocence" is about the only word that can describe that photo. Heck, I probably didn't even have pubic hair at this time. Does anyone have any photos of us serving as Alter Boys? Remember how "cool" it was coming back to class, a little late, because you served the early mass? And, the milk that came outside the class door? Your family had to have money if you were on the milk list...
I think that's the chunk blower Lorraine Smith walking right next to me in the girl row!!! Was it seventh or eighth grade when Mark Cordero got in a fight with the teacher, Mr Smith?
I thought Blog was supposed to be Blah Blah Blah, just let it all hang out.
Wake up people, this blog has a clog !!!
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