I left Mountain View in '76 and barely recognize the
place when I go there these days (which is seldom,
since my family and most of the things I remember are
all gone.) I attended CCAC in Oakland and have lived
in the East Bay ever since. I have been a cabinet
maker, an AV technician, a model-maker for the film
industry, a college instructor, a corporate head-
hunter, a carpet cleaner, a video editor, a
cameraman, an expert on antique music boxes, a clerk
in a video store, and I don't know what all else. For
the past seven years I have been a high school
teacher and am likely to remain one, as it is the
best and most rewarding occupation I have ever
experienced. I am also a bass player in a rock and
roll band. I have been married to the same woman for
twenty one years and have an eleven year old son.
Does anyone care about any of this? My years at Awalt
were not among the best ones in my life. I never felt
as though I quite fit in, and at times was treated
with indifference and cruelty by people who seemed to
be enjoying themselves. Did anyone else ever feel
this way? So far I have avoided the reunions, yet am
strangely compelled to post this message. I am nearly
fifty-one years old. It's a hell of a thing, isn't it?