We were good friends. He lived near me on Ridge Rd. Our group of guys; Gruber, Fria, Weidlein, Rick Green, all skiied together over spring break. Robin had his jeep, and thoses "shorty" skis. We also shot our .22's on several occasions. Once in his basement when he shot the light out. He had such a great sense of humor and loved to have fun.
From Bill Whaley on October 21st, 2016
A good guy to have as a friend. We hung out more in Junior High. Mostly outdoor memories - riding on the Highline trail, skiing, tooling around in the Zebra English Ford, and bird hunting. The boy loved his guns. Weidlein and I have a story about a round going off in a dorm room... Clever guy, wonderful twisted sense of humor, great family.
From David Jones on November 21st, 2016
Zebra colored English Ford and explosives. What could be better. Robin could always figure out a great way to spend the afternoon.
From Steve Chollar on June 21st, 2017
My family & Robin's were close in the late '50's and early 60's. My dad was the Littleton YMCA exec. and Robin's father, Varian, was active in the Y and many other Littleton endevours, including the Woodlawn Shopping Center. Robin & I spent a lot of time together in Estes Park, our families camping out in Rocky Mtn. Nat. Prk, & at his magical house during our Euclid jr. high years. My family moved from Littleton to Iowa of all places in 1963, but I kept in touch with Robin over the years, visited him and his wife at their home in Trinidad, CO in '81. I last saw him here in Minneapolis in 1983 when he was at the U of MN for some potential surgery - his severe diabetes was catching up with him. I moved to Los Angeles and we kept in touch by phone. Robin began slipping away and was in a care facility in his last days. His mother Care write me with the sad news that he'd passed away. I'll never forget him. He was a scamp, a wise guy and a wonderful friend in those important times when we painfully morphed from dorky kids to into dorky teenagers.
Wes and I grew up together from Euclid on through HS. When we started trying to find everybody, I accidently found his family who told me of his death. Sorry he is not still with us.
From Gary Bishop on February 2nd, 2018
I first met Wes when he was in elementary school.
We were great friends, roommates and teammates.
I lost track of him since the mid nineties and was saddened
to hear of his passing. He was a great friend.
Jack always seemed to be a tough guy to me. We knew each other from Euclid through Arapahoe. Never close friends but comfortable with each other a various circumstances. When he and Jerri got together, I was very happy for both of them. From what I remember, he smoked from an early age. Oh well, I guess that got him in the end. Jack was a good guy whom I respected. We did not hang out but got along just fine. He was a good man. TD
I remember getting a letter from Burley after he became a lawyer, wanting me to make a well out... it came 40 years to early... I wish he could help me now. Then I found out he lived over the hill in Buena Vista, Gosh I really missed out. Miss you Burley.
Our family was very close to the Dickens. Rod and my brother Jeff were best friends for most of their lives. Jeff died in 2006 or 07. He fell off a roof of a house he was working on. Dave and I grew up in the same classes from sixth grade through Arapahoe High School. We lived at 819 Ridge Road-- right on the corner of Elati and Ridge Road. The Dickens were only a couple blocks away, we rode the bus to school together. I knew Dave, Phil, and Rod. Our High School class of 1967 has lost 62 people in the last fifty years, Dave is the latest. The class of 68 is working to put their reunion together now. Phil may be interested.
It is with much sorrow I hear this news. I can still very plainly see Dave's face in my mind's eye. And yes, the Dickens lived right behind Charlie Weidlein; we were all friends. Please accept my most sincere condolences.
From Sandi Primack-Floyd on January 24th, 2018
I was so sad to hear of Dave's passing. When I read his passing, I pictured the picture in the yearbook. I really liked Dave. He was such a friendly nice guy. I loved reading his wife's comments about
their life together. I smiled as I thought his life sounded like what I
imagined it would be. He always was the nicest guy!
Because our names both started with Du-- we seemed to be next to each other our whole six years from junior high through high school. He had the locker right next to mine. We were always comfortable around each other. He was funny with a quick sense of humor, lots of wise cracks. He was just another "good" guy I was privileged to grow up with. Sorry you are gone pal. TD
Kathy was a great friend, always quick with a smile or a joke to lessen your troubles. We stayed friends for several years after graduation. When she moved to Oregon, I think she became one of the earliest victims of anorexia, and after returning to Colorado, got an MS diagnosis that eventually took her from us. I can still hear her laugh. Very sad she had to leave us so soon. Rest well, my friend...we will miss your wit and humor at the reunion.
At one time Rusty lived accross the street from me. He was a guy who had a small Yamaha motorcycle then he had a Mecury Cougar. Kind of a quite guy but certainly one who was generous and dependable. A good guy gone way to soon.
Ken transferred to AHS early in our junior year. I was asked by Mr. Johannsen to show Ken around as we had a few classes together. That started a friendship of approximately 50 years.
Ken, his wife Brenda, Diane and I played adult softball togehter for years with the Mullers, O'Malleys and several others. Later, Ken, John and I coached little league baseball together. All of our kids were close and we had many great memories.
Ken had heart problems most of his adult life. You would never have known he had health issues because he was always the first to offer his help if you needed. I don't think he ever complained. Later in life he got into golf and played about 5 rounds a week at his course in Mesa, Arizona. The members at his course turned out in mass for a memorial service at the course and his ashes now occupy space in a couple of his favorite sand traps at Sunland Village Golf Course.
Ken is survived by his devoted wife Brenda, his son Ken Jr. and grandchildren, Kayla and Kyle.
I don't know anyone who met Ken that didn't consider him a good friend. He is truly missed.
Bob and I were just acquaitences in high school but we did share one activity that brought us together.
If you remember, on the east side of the cafeteria sat a ping pong table and more often than not, at lunch hour, Bob and I would gravitate there and commence a ping pong battle that would generally last the entire lunch hour.
Our matches were always competitive and very close with one or two shots determining the outcome of each game.
Bob was more of an offensive player with a crushing forehand that would drive me back from the table sometimes 10-15 feet. I was more of a defensive player just trying to keep the ball in play. Sometimes a crowd of students would gather to watch us play. In reality it was probably only 5 or 6 students but to us it seemed like we were playing center court at Wimbledon. Funny the things you remember.
One thing I'll miss at our reunion is not being able to reminisce with Bob about our epic matches at lunch hour at AHS.
Lyle and I met in college at UNC and were married in 1980. We were married five years and have a son, Noah, who was born in 1973. The chaos of the times; the war in VietNam, the chaos of the “sex drugs and rock and roll” culture deeply affected us and our marriage . Lyle courageously chose to be a resister when he was drafted. He believed deeply in peace and the responsibility not to serve in the military and was supported by his church. Our immaturity and inability to successfully negotiate all the stressors resulted in our divorce. We remained friends and still loved one another even though our life choices made it impossible to live together. Noah and I visited Lyle in January of 2016 when he was terminally ill with cancer. The three of us visited Greeley and talked about memories and regrets and the lasting love we shared despite everything. He died in Spring 2017. He is survived by Noah, and two daughters; Jennifer Pringle Sanger of Castle Rock and Dana Pringle of Denver. I will always remember Lyle as a very gifted musician, a deep thinker and a compassionate, loving human being. He is and always will be my first love. I was blessed to have him in my life and I miss him deeply.
Dan, you were such a character, and I am well qualified to identify a character.
We were debate partners. You would begin whatever outrageous argument you could imagine with, "In today's modern and advancing age..." You had the art of quick facts at a master's level before anyone ever knew about ROMA facts. Your supporting evidence was pretty much on the back of an empty card. To quote Alex Baldwin as Jimmy Doolittle in Pearl Harbor, "That's bullshit. But it's very, very good bullshit." Because of his skill, we won many debate awards.
Some misguided administrator assigned a first year English teacher to be our staff advisor and take us to competitions. You might say that we took advantage of the situation. Today's prosectors would charge sexual harassment. Without physical contact, we included her in various schemes that we thought were hilarious. She didn't return the next year.
Dan was a very powerful actor. Although he had many roles, I think that he most enjoyed Inherit the Wind. As the Clarence Darrow character (not named that), Dan strode across the stage, making arguments that could never win in "Hillsboro, heavenly Hillsboro. The Buckle on the Bible Belt." He learned that the good fight is not measured by the result.
Dan thought that Arapahoe could use a good cheer squad, perhaps in the mold of the Texas A&M 12th man. The Kahat Gunga Dins were organized, and with crazy hats, kazoo's and cheers not adopted at the college level for several years, great good fun was had at basketball games. Elmer Fudd did not see it that way. After not more than two appearances, the Kahat Gunga Dins were no more. Hanaxa-aha was born, with blazers, white shirts and black ties. Yeah, a cheer squad, but the magic was gone.
In 1968, we went to the San Antonio Hemisfair, with VIP passes courtesy of Humble Oil. You could drink 3.2 beer in Texas when you were eighteen. Lone Star put on another shift. San Antonio fathers stopped letting their daughters visit the Fair at night without chaparones. (I'm pretty such the statute of limitations has run.)
A few years after High School, we went on a weeklong camping trip in the Rockies. Dan was able to hear very well, and could hear squirrels chirping to each other, where I could hear nothing. With his 22 pistol, he provided camp meat. (And lorded that fact over me for decades thereafter.)
His father was a Marine fighter pilot in WWII, and Dan wanted to be a Marine. He began basic training. Using a flipping technique we had developed over mountain streams, he was attacking the obstacle course at Pendleton when he hurt his back, and was kept from following his father.
Dan was awarded a drama scholarship to Oklahoma City University, where I thought he had done very well. He met a girl, fell madly in love with her and started a family. I would catch up with him in Oklahoma City, where he had something to do with a nickle plated Colt Commander, bought by an Oklahoma City Police officer, and lost to me in a turn of the cards. There was no "straw man" transaction for an out of state resident.
Daniel had a son. While still an infant, the child died from SIDS.
Dan became a preacher. I'm sure that he would describe himself as a Pastor or a Teacher. He had a small congregation in Mesa, Arizona when I came to visit him, unannounced. He was in full performance when I walked down the center aisle toward him. Yes, he was amazed. We did that to each other.
He had another child, a son, who at the appropriate time joined the Marine Corps. That son was very successful, and a source of great pride for him. Unfortunately, his wife decided that she did not want to be with Daniel or their second infant son, and returned to her parents, who had never been particularly happy with Daniel.
We were more than just friends, we were brothers. In the early 70's he came to visit me in Logan, Utah. For a week of days and late nights, we remembered. We talked of the present and the future. Of Gods and Kings, and ordinary things. I loved him more than ever. We parted, with him hitch-hiking to a forgotten destination, and with me returning to graduate studies.
Many, many years later, I found that he had returned to Oklahoma City, and we reconnected. He was still strong in his church, but his body was failing him. Not too long after, he passed from his illness.
High School was a time for trying out life, and Daniel did that with such style. They say that a good friend will bond you out. A great friend sits next to you and says, "except for that last part, that was really fun."
Dan was my brother, who sat next to me. In all conditions.
Thank you, Dan. For everything.
I look forward for our next reunion. I can't tell you how much I miss you now.
He was "Tommy" to me in Mrs. Woolsey's first grade at Ash Grove Elementary School, in the Cherry Creek School District, and he was one of the nicer boys in that class. We went from there to Holly Hills Elementary and Mrs. Logan's 3rd grade and Mrs. Ross's 4th. I'm pretty sure he is the only person from those early years who also was in my high school graduating class. Our mothers knew each other at church, but I hardly knew Tom, except to recognize that he was a very good person.
From John Rollins on February 19th, 2017
Tom died way too young, and not that long after high school. He either volunteered or was drafted into the army and shortly afterward was killed on a loading dock in Okinawa.
From Marcia Washburn on June 24th, 2017
Tom volunteered to join the U.S. Army and was stationed in Okinawa, Japan where he enjoyed working with the children at a local orphanage during his free time. He became a Christian during his service years and shared his faith freely with others. He had volunteered to go to Vietnam but was killed when a truck driver didn't see him at a loading dock.
Billy and I played soccer together for four years in HS. Man that guy could dribble circles. One game he scored four goals. As seniors we had Kudret Ostap (exchange sutedent from Turkey) on our team. Billy was the one guy that could play close to Kudret's european soccer skill level! As a freshman at Colorado State I played soccer against Wyoming and found Billy to be their starting center, as a freshman! I believe he started there all four years.
From John Pray on June 16th, 2017
Bill and I were best friends for the 3 years of high school. We spent many hours together, usually doing sports. We played on the same soccer team, but more memorable for me was the one on one soccer games we played against each other, shooting at a goal on the side of his house. Bill introduced me to golf, and wrestling. He was smaller than I was, but in our hundreds of matches on his living room roog, he always ended up pinning me. We had plenty of good times together.
Bill went to college in Wyoming, and i moved to Wisconsin, and somehow we lost track of each other. He went to med school and became a physician in Milwaukee, but inexplicably, I only saw him once briefly after that.
I owe Bill much for his friendship, which was the main ingredient in making the social aspect of high school tolerable for me. I am sorry we lost him at such a young age.
Candi was a beautiful woman, both looks and personality. She was the mother to our two children, Rob and Kelly. We married right out of high school and moved to Chicago where I had a job awaiting. Though we divorced after seven years, we remained very good friends. Candi eventually remarried and moved with her husband, Steve, to the wilds of Alaska, homesteading with a several hour hike from the nearest small town. She gave birth in their self-built log cabin to three more children with the help of midwives...no doctors. For food they hunted, raised goats and chickens and grew various plants. It was true “pioneer” living. I always knew she liked camping but didn’t realize to what extent!
Unfortunately, the distance from regular medical attention meant that by the time her cancer was discovered, it was too late for treatment to be successful. To receive end-of-life medical support not available in the wilderness, Kelly provided hospice care at her home in Columbus, OH until Candi passed away.
I’ll never forget the fun she and I had, together with Candi’s many friends at Euclid and Arapahoe, though I went to South High in Denver. Candi may be gone, but she’ll remain a part of my life forever, especially because I see her in Rob and Kelly, whenever we’re together. I hope you too will fondly remember Candi for the fun, caring and special person she was.
From Bob DeCamp on November 1st, 2016
Another photo of Candi, her husband Steve and their children Adam, Luke & Julie & our son Rob. This was taken about 22 years ago at their homestead while Rob was visiting.
From Tom Duhs on November 1st, 2016
When we were all in about ninth grade there was a group of us who went to Wolhurst swimming in the summer. Candi came once in awhile wearing a two piece swimsuit. Man did she look great. We were friends. My good buddy Bob DeCamp and she married and moved to Chicago. I visited them there once and we had a blast out in the big city. She was so beautiful. I was sad when she and Bob split up.
I knew Peggy seems forever. We had many fun times hanging in Littleton at their Highline Canal home. Many of you may remember the tragic murder of her daughter, Jacine. As you can imagine she was affected at such a deep level and never really fully recovered.
From Rick Fria on March 18th, 2017
Somehow the rest of my original post got omitted from the memorials site. Here it is:
I was saying that now she is having a joyous reunion with Jacine and I'm glad for that! R-I-P, Peggy.
Chris was in my sixth grade class. I remember she was one of the girls who knew how to ski and went up to ski areas on the bus in Jr. High. I thought she was cool. A little out there but I always liked her from afar.
I know most of you remember Scott as a swimmer. He was also on the cross country team. Scott was on the C team but lead the team in entertainment. We referred to Scott as the stork, as a result of his unusual style. You could always count on Scott to kick it in at the end to the cries of " Stork it Scott, Stork it". We has a great time on that team and took 7th in the state with no returning lettermen on the team. One afternoon, Scott, Mike Sondals, and Allen Butcher(all swimmers) cut practice and "borrowed " a truck load of old tires. As we ran up county line road the guys rolled them down the hill at us. Many colorful episodes occurred on this team.
Danny was always a bit too far out there for me. He and Steve Rogers were very tight as we grew up. His girlfriend at Euclid was Jane Allen. I was very jealous of that. He always wrote her name on his hand or arm in fancy writing. Danny and Larry also skied so sometimes he would ride the ski bus up with the Euclid kids back in the early sixties. When I saw Larry, his brother, at the 66 reunion I was schocked that Danny had passed away. Another guy gone way to soon.
Marsha was always a cut above the rest of us, and I mean that in a good way. She was smart (and not ashamed of it) even before being smart was "in", cryptic, and knowledgable about what was going on in the world. I always felt she was destined for great things and it saddens me that she has left us, no doubt before she rached her full potential. This is a loss for us and her family.
Sorry to learn of John's passing. We were good friends during high school and for a few years after. We shared many a good time together until I went off to college in the fall of '68. I lost touch with him after that. If anyone has any further info regarding John and wouldn't mind sharing it, please email me. Thanks.
I knew Barbara in 7th and 8th grade. She was a really fun and nice person. We lost touch in high school. I was so shocked when I heard that she had died in her very early 20's from some kind of heart defect. I wish I could have hung out with her in high school so that I could have known her a little longer before she passed away. Hope you are in Heaven, Barbara. Rest in peace.
I was the last guy from our class to see Pete alive. He called me just after he got out of the hospital for a heart attack. He was at the rehabilitation center here in Colorado Springs. Twice within one week I went to vist him. He died within one week of our last visit. We sat and talked for an hour about our classmates, family, and life. He said he felt remarkably good, "as good as I felt in high school" he said a few times. This euphoric feeling is what the medical community calls "the surge" that sometimes comes before the end. Pete had a feeling he may be "checking out" as he called it. He told the nurses we went to high school together. Just as I was about to depart, I said a little prayer with him to ask God's blessing on this good man. Six days later he passed away. Now at the bi-monthly lunches we all tell Pete Schuster stories. When we visited he told several about us. Pete thought seeing all his classmates from Arapahoe was the highlight of his life. He loved it. He loved seeing everybody again. So now with the passing of Pete we have identified 61 of our classmates who have passed away in the last 50 years. Rest in peace old buddy, we sure got a great start in life. TD
From Bill Ables on June 16th, 2017
Pete Schuster was a "Friend" to me. Freshman year was hard for me for various Personal reasons. But Pete would go out of his way to include me in activities at School or away from School. We lost touch after AHS. Then we met up again at the NCO Club in Taipei where I was stationed. The place is packed because it was a Friday Night. Out of the Blue I here someone calling my Name and it's Pete Schuster. We partyed all Weekend, and then he was gone back to Saigon, and we lost touch. In 2014 when I had moved back to Denver, I opened up
FB and there is a Friend Request from a
Peter Schuster. I didn't recognize Pete after all those years. He and Jan were living in Myrtle Beach, SC. We talked on the Phone for 4 hours. I had been unaware of the Old Warriors Luncheon until Pete invited me to attend. Like our
Friend Tom Duhs, I was fortunate enough to have Pete reach out to me, too. It is a real Honor to call our Dearly Departed Special Friend, Peter Schuster!
Jeff was one my best friends in HS. Not only was he a good friend, he also was the best man at our wedding in 1972. I saw him once in awhile afterwards as he was in the restaurant equipment repair and replacement tbusiness and I had staff at the health department that inspected restaurants. Frequently, he would call me about the terrible condition of a restaurant that he worked on He also, gave me grief about my staff not inspecting restaurants more often
I unfortunately had no knowledge of his passing which saddens me deeply..
Because our names were so similar we were thrown together a lot. We shared lockers for two years and had many classes together. Jan had a great sense of humor and was quick and bright in her comebacks she was also a loyal friend. I'll always remember what fun we had in Home Ec. We never could figure out how or why we were the only team that baked cookies wrong!!
Whenever I flew home to Denver, I'd stop in the bar where Bobby worked. Especially when he worked at Stapleton. After DIA became the airport one of the bartenders told me Bobby had passed. A sad way to find out an old buddy has passed away.
I remember that she was always so happy. She was my date for the Prom both Junior and Senior years. We would attend school events together. We went to dances, games and movies. We went skiing in the winter, and occasionly would picnic in the mountains in the summer. One of my favorite memories was the Junior Warrior Weekend, when we had matching shirts. I can still see her in her gold Pep Club uniform.
We were neighbors as well as classmates. I liked her parents. They liked me. My parents probably liked her more than they did me. My sister enjoyed being with her sisters. We spent summer days at the neighborhood pool.
After High School, we continued to be close, although I went to college out of state, and she found friends in southeastern Colorado. She married, and I was working all over the West. We didn't see each other for many years, then reconnected at my father's funeral. Dawn Marie and I visited her at her home in Aurora.
As I prepare to come to the fiftieth reunion, I cannot understand that she will not be there. She was such a part of me. More than the events and friendship we shared, it was something more. It was that time in our lives when we went from being boys and girls, to being adults. I watched her become a woman, while she carefully taught me how to be a man.
She was kind and happy and graceful. She was the kind of woman you could chase with the hose, and buy flowers for. You wanted to open doors for her, and hold her hand. With her, you just ached to be better. She would wear my class ring with a mile of yarn around it, and I would feel giddy. She was always so happy and so gentle with me. She taught me so well. I couldn't feel alone or out of place in High School; I had Janie.
Janie, I hope you are pleased to see how much of you continues in my wife, and in my daughters and granddaughters. I will miss seeing you at this reunion, Janie.
I came to Euclid in the ninth grade, and TIm was one of the first really rock solid friends to accept the "new kid". He lived just up the street from the school and I would stop by his house on my way home to Ridge Road to play guitars and sing. He had that Graham Nash, Hollies high voice that could really hit those harmony notes. He and Mike McKillip and I became the core of the Remingtons band before going to AHS where we added Pat Olson on Drums.
Tim was the tranquilizer in the band. Let's face it, a band is like a marriage with multiple spouses, each having their own idea of how to achieve utopia. Negative tension and controversy couldn't exist in the same space where Tim was, however, so any differences we had as individual members evaporated in the excitement of planning our next mischief. I don't remember ever seeing Tim angry at anyone, or anything for that matter.
Tim played an old Danelectro five-string bass guitar and was overdriving the tubes on his amplifier to get a distorted "fuzzy" sound from it before The Rolling Stones popularized the Gibson Maestro "Fuzz". He was not just a great friend but also a talented and reliable musician and artistic partner.
My family moved away to the east coast in our junior year and Pat graduated, so the Remingtons broke up, right when the band's sound had reached maturity. I wonder sometimes how the years after high school might have played out differently, especially for Tim, if the band had stayed together - but we all know those "what if" trips down memory lane are useless, and should be avoided. I'll just say the other three of us never developed an interest in the dangerous substances that deprived Tim of so much of the richness he might othersise have enjoyed in the larger portion of his years.
I drove back out to see Tim in 1968 and spent a day or two with him. He was doing very well then. When I came back to Colorado after I had completed my military service, about 1974, he knew who I was but not much about what we had done together that was significant. We all totally lost touch with Tim for about the next twenty years. Then thank God for Google, he was found again. Nobody can hide from Google.
I got in touch with Mike (McKillip) and between us we tracked down an address for Tim (he was never lost, he was still in greater Denver) and Mike started visiting him. Mike kept me updated with news of Tim periodically and when we were sure he would remember me, I called him. He sounded like the same old Tim - Such a positive attitude.
Mike gave Tim a guitar and small amplifier and went over to jam with him as often as possible. Tim had gained a considerable amount of weight, and rarely went out except to see his doctor, so I'm sure these jam sessions were real occasions for him. I really thank Mike for seeing him as much as he did. Within just a couple weeks of my phone call to Tim, he left us. You will be missed my friend.
From Bill Whaley on October 21st, 2016
A good friend and band mate, Tim loved music and had a great voice. A great sense of humor and an absolutely infectious laugh. Tim was a free spirit who danced to his own drummer. We got in some trouble together!
We knew each other from 7th grade on. He had a good way of looking at life which I thought was very pragmatic. Tim had a great sense of humor with comments that came out unexpectedly and usually caused me to laugh out loud. He was a good guy, a friend, dependable and reliable.
From Rick Fria on March 18th, 2017
Tim and I gor jobs after the 1965 flood cleaning mud out of the crawlspaces of the fancy Columbine homes. After a hard day of crawing on knees in wet sticky river mud under thoses houses, filling 5 gallon buckets with muck, and hauiling them to the floor opening, we were unrecognizable with mud cover!! We would climb out, walk to the street and they would hose us with firehoses!!
BUT, we were paid $25 cash per day and were happy campers. I blew my money. One day at Tim's houes he showed me his bankrole stash of cash he'd saved that summer. Man was I impressed!
Jon may have been the most intelligent person I ever met. A deep thinker, troubled and gifted. I remember Mrs. Scott's morning Latin IV class - Jon would fall asleep behind his book, and when called on, after a brief moment to wake and put on his glasses, would rattle off a word perfect translation of The Aneid without looking at his notes. This world was either too much or not enough.
From Rick Fria on March 18th, 2017
Jon and I met in (Mrs. Cramer?) Latin class. He was good at it! Such a smart guy. We got to be great ffriends.
From John Rollins on March 19th, 2017
The Latin teacher was Mrs Scott.
From David Jones on April 16th, 2017
We had some great times with Jon. Rusty Law, Don O'Neill , Jon, and myself went skiing for Christmas break. Jon was never dull. I lost touch with him in college and never saw him after high school. As Bill stated Jon was one really smart guy. I have no idea when he studied.
We grew up in school going to both Euclid and Arapahoe. After we graduated the next fall when we came back to school for homecoming, Bobby wore his Marine Corps uniform. I remember seeing him in the school library. I was shocked. He went to bootcamp immedialtely after graduation in June. September of 1967 at homecoming he was a Marine. In March of 1968 he was killed in Viet Nam during the Tet offensive. As far as I know, he was the first person in our class who died at such an early age.