OHS Newsletter
(Archived Copy)

A Summary of Events and Topics of Interest to OHS grads and friends

June 16, 2003

IN THIS ISSUE:

Schools out! And for those of us parents and grandparents, we probably can't wait to see it start up again!

Last Thursday, I went for my 3 month checkup from the surgery. I only lost 10 lbs this month, but the doctor said it's okay, I should lose an average of 25 a month, and in 3 months, I've lost 80 lbs, plus the 30 I lost the month before surgery. He says plateaus are common and my body is just catching up to the weight loss. I should begin losing again very soon. Other than that, every thing is going well. I have gone from 3x to size 26-28 in pants, and size 22/24 in shorts. (Guess shorts are loser), and I've been swimming practically every night for exercise. I was going to start going to the gym on the Marine Base (it's free), but......after buying my shorts and top to exercise in, I dropped in after work to give the gym a try! I've never been to the gym in my life! Well, when I walked in, there was nothing but buff Marines using the equipment....I looked at my still more than ample self, and decided this was NOT the place I belonged! LOL. I'm considering Curves, which was to be my LAST choice for exercise, but now it has moved substantially up the list. I've been enjoying buying new clothes and shoes and even experimienting with makeup again. 3 months ago, I could have cared less.

Thursday also gave me the opportunity to visit with my newest grandchild, the New Year baby. I may be a bit prejudiced, but he's such a good baby! My daughter is so lucky! He is always laughing, and smiling, never cries. He sleeps all night, and poops at regular times, no surprises. He's 5 ½ months now.

FENTONS! Finally the grand old place has reopened. If you are still in the area, stop by and taste test this old favorite. If not, go to the Fenton's website and read all about it, at www.fentonscreamery.com You can see Fenton's photos on my brothers site, www.oakland.yearbookhigh.com . They have changed it somewhat and put the "kitchen" part in the center, and in the back they have built windows so you can actually watch them make the ice cream. Tom talked to the manager Scott about the possibility of holding a mini- reunion at Fentons when it opens. Hopefully all of you still in the Bay Area would attend. Any thoughts on this? We've had get togethers before, such as the pool get-together, the picnic and BBQ at Roberts Park, and the wonderful potluck at Charlie Nelson Calou's in Orinda. Approximately 60 people attended, and we were on line with a chat room, so those not able to attend could chat with those who were there! If you'd be interested in a mini reunion at Fentons, write to me at bhulse47@yahoo.com or Graphicsdoc1@aol.com

Biff is just about done taking photos of Oakland. All photos will be offered on a CD, enhanced with music for your listening pleasure. If you are interested in a CD, send your requests to either me at bhulse47@yahoo.com or biff22@comcast.net. If you have suggestions for Berkeley, or Albany or around there, send them in, as he plans one more trip to Berkeley and the surrounding area for pictures.

Robert Chan, '71, also has offered to take photos. He still lives in the Glenview district. His email is Greatrcc@aol.com . Bob is also helping to scan yearbooks and is finally done with '68. He plans to start '67 next. We will keep scanning and get these books out as soon as we can. If anyone would like to "lend" us a book for scanning, it would be appreciated, and well taken care of and returned as soon as scanning is complete. I've had many requests for '66. Available is 1932, 1936, 1964, 1965, Seniors only for 61 and 63, Seniors only for Skyline 66, 67,68, and the reunion pix for the 36th reunion, and the reunion yearbook for the 36th reunion for 1965. Also available, 61's 35th reunion yearbook. McChesney 1959, and McChesney 1962. CD's are $10. Write if you are interested. I can put more than one book on a CD.

The radio show on Kaspers was well received. If you'd like to hear it, you can go to www.soundprint.org and listen to all the history. And I've been told you can buy Kasper's hot dogs in BULK at Costco! Not the same as the soft squishy bun, and works you get at Kasper's but it will do.

Speaking of Kaspers, the old one on Telegraph, Rochelle Silver Stolle's ('66) parents, Isodore and Geraldine (Yeszin) Silver have a history there. Isodore proposed to Geraldine there! See photo in photo section below.

Love,
Bon

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REGULAR REUNION BLURBS:

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New to the letter is Paul Manuel, '66. Paul is the father of 3 children, all grown, and living in Denmark. Paul also lives in Denmark on a farm where he finds plenty to keep him busy! The family spends their vacations in the French Pyrenees, not a bad life! Reach Paul at manuel@post9.tele.dk or sgnpmu@svendborg.dk. Welcome aboard, Paul.

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My brother, Tom, The Graphics Doc, sent along a couple of his recent experiences Enjoy.

They'll get you no matter where you hide!!!

Today , we receive our "junk mail " via Internet, rude calls, at the most inopportune time, (sound in background over the phone....FLUSH....) our mail boxes stuffed with 3 rd class mailers... (bring your wife, children, checkbook....we'll take 'em all!) The vultures have virtually left no avenue of approach untried. I thought I had seen it all, (and the Ol' Doc is high mileage...don't let that get around!) .... until.... About 3 days ago... I received a 3 page "junk FAX" from some reptilian private lender, whose license status is somewhat obscured.... over my business line.... wanting me to mortgage (property I don't even own) for a Half a million dollars for the low, low, low payment of only $1101. dollars a month. (for the first 6 months, and depending on the rates market) It said: Self employed, no income verified, high debt OK, (I thought to myself... boy, the homeless sure could use this...)

I thought, how rude, Dude should know this is a business line, Why in the world would he wish to tie up another business with his junk, wasting that proprietors time and resources? I dismissed it as I sacrificed up the 3 page fax unceremoniously to the shredder God.

On the following Day I received The Same junk Fax! I thought Damn! Dude is really pushing the issue here. It's time to fire up the "Strike Back Line" with the Ol' Doc... (Eat your heart out David Horowitz...) Time to pull out the old medical bag - O - tricks Doc has in his warehouse of tongue - in -Cheek paybacks.

Engaging The brain (sounds of metal to metal grinding, smoke emitting from the ear ports...) to stir up some hate and discontent over the fax lines I took the day to ponder possible paybacks fitting for such a jerk.

On the third Day... Bingo! there the damn thing is again! It it's full glory, Fax alarm ringing...paper port empty, Caller, ID lit up like a fugitive pursuit on Cops....OK ... You Alpha-Hotel (a**hole , for you that don't speak radio ease) It's time for a little payback here! Looking on the fax report, I note HIS FAX number, writing it down and coveting it like a virgin daughter....Next I round up a few simple items... A Ream of plain paper, A box of crayons, (Crayolla , 64 color, voted best by a contingent of 3 rd graders, whose mentality matched that of my Target victim.) And set pencil to paper, first, I generated, on my company letterhead, a Fax Cover Sheet, In The title block I filled out His return Fax Info, and in red Font, size 38 text, Typed in : "Here Is your BIG order as Per your Fax 6-1-03 - 6-3-03 Please Follow ordering instructions carefully!. In the title block under pages, was :500 plus Cover sheet.

Next, I composed a long winded dissertation. It read:

Dear Jerry.

On the 1 st, through the 3 rd of this month, I received your advertisement concerning the refinance of the residence in which I presently occupy. I really felt the overwhelming urge to respond promptly to your business, Especially after the third mailing of your offer.

First, I am sorry to report, after checking with the person that really does own the property, He would rather I not mortgage it for him (gee, I wonder why?) and that as tempting as you offer may sound (uhh huh...) He would rather I take a pass on it.

Ah! But Alas! We Can Still maybe do business! As you may have Noted, I am the proprietor of Doc's Graphic Web Designs... I specialize in the following areas of endeavor, Create, design and maintain Web sites, Create 3 d Graphics and animations, Create, design and mix humorous intro's via computer mixes, for local radio stations, build, and maintain complete computer systems and server domains, and in addition to that I also sell computer office supplies via the Internet. The latter of which, you may, after receiving this fax, wish to avail yourself too.

By Now, you may have noted the shear Bulk of this fax, %500 pages in total. This is for your convenience. I have broken this fax into separate words, and using a Crayon, Brunt sienna, ( voted number 1 by MS Robinson's 3 rd Grade class at Lafayette Elementary) I have wrote each word down in large block letters so as to match your reading skills and comprehension speed in order for you to fully grasp the intent of this composition.

In addition to segmenting the words, I have added blank pages for "spaces" between words and Punctuation Marks. For your edification, the space pages are interchangeable and may be used anywhere. The Punctuation marks must , however, be used in their proper assigned locations, as interchangeability would detract from the true concept of the sentence structure... Sorry about that.

As an added Bonus, Since it is evident that your staff finds enjoyment in working with Facsimile documentation, I have included for them, a bit of a puzzle. For the staff's enjoyment,I have by substituted every third page with another from somewhere else in the structure of this document, Imagine the fun generated as they spread all 500 pages over the office floor, and slowly piece the wording together! Shear Joy! It is akin to reading a road map while driving 70 mph with the top down!

Ah! But back to the business of this fax, It should be apparent to even you by now, given the demonstrated limitations of your mental prowess, That it is not nice to screw with somebody's business lines, taxing staff resources, running their fax machine out of paper with your trash leaflets so IMPORTANT faxes are missed, and in general, acting like some one that has to view lower forms of life as an "improvement generation"

Oh, about "Your Big Order"v as promised on the cover letter, Well, I always tell the truth, unlike some. I am having a Big Sale on Plain paper, 2 reams for $9. which by now you may feel the need to avail yourself of.

This fax will automatically generate over the next 3 days for your convenience, in order to be sure you receive it.

Sincerely.

The Ol' Doc
Doc's Graphic Web Designs
Owner/Wizard/ and pissed off consumer.

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New additions to the Memorial Pages

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****LIFE IS FUNNIER THAN FICTION!****
The Shopping Trip

I know this has happened to all of you a thousand times, but it just has to be said!!

I stopped in at my local supermarket to get my evening's worth of Ice cream and sodas, twinkies, and chips (I have the diet of a junkie!). Sped up and down the isles to get my prospective purchases in the basket and get the heck outta Dodge... (I find supermarkets as thrilling as a case of hemorrhoids at a 4 hour foreign film festival) rushed off to the "Express" 15 items or less checkout (ever notice, they put the SLOWEST checker on the "Express" isle)? When, What do I see?

The guy in front of me, a throwback, and hopelessly trapped in the 60's, dressed in a "Grateful Dead" t-shirt, frayed cutoff jeans (or maybe the legs just fell off, We may never know...). It's 45 degrees out, scrapping the ice off my windshield. The guy is wearing Strawberry colored sunglasses, (dude, the sun went down 5 hours ago), I'm sure, Stoned Beyond Belief (or maybe still coming down from Woodstock) hair and beard that would make ZZ top jealous...

Has a basket (the push cart kind) filled to the max with 1- (one each) of every kind of fruit and vegetable ( A Practicing Canabalist?) known to man mixed in with Economy sized bags of Trail Mix, Oreo Cookies, Chips, Pretzels, doughnuts, candy bars ( 1 each of every kind the store carries) , added to: Several cases of Beer, Soda, Wine, and hard booze.

Undaunted, the checker begins her task, ringing up his booty, of course, the scanner malfunctions on 1 out of three items....Then, The P.A. system sparks up, and from the great beyond comes the almighty voice, "Price check and UPC number...express checkstand please..." up flies the stockboy like a superhero, glances at the object, and like superman... disappears in a cloud of dust.... only to return seconds later with the much sought after answer.

Beer and candy bars out of the way, she again begins her task, chips...JB Scotch... Ripple....Doughnuts...trail mix 5 lbs...(Who would do that to their colon?)...Cookies...pretzels.. And Now down to the one each Fruit and vegi's! Now this requires special handling.... Half of the stuff the checker had NO clue as to what it was...much less the price... in total despair, She asks The guy, "Do you know what this is...the price?" He answers: "Uhhhh, No Man... But it's Beautiful... kind of like the sun setting over Monterey"

Again: The divine Voice Speaks From beyond.... "Price Check...Express checkout ...PLEASE!" I swear, at this point I heard another patron say, "look down the isle, it's a bird...it's a plane.. NO! It's SuperStockboy!.... in a cloud of dust...out of nowhere he appears..eyeballs the item as if he had x-ray vision...and POOF! Gone! only to return seconds later , to utter, forty-nine cents, and disappear. Who was that masked boy? ...I'd sure like to thank him.

This process is repeated over and over about every other item....I swear I saw superstockboy start to break a sweat.... ....And.... Finally.... "Your Total today sir is: $287.43, you saved $37.96"

Out of the frayed cutoffs comes the infamous checkbook.... SLOWLY, he writes, forming each letter to perfection and mouthing each letter as he writes (Now , why do I think this guy's not the brightest crayon in the box?) That being achieved, he slowly (one perforation at a time) tears the check from the book, whips out a driver's license that had to be issued in the 60's, (I'm sure the picture was black and white....) Hands them to the checker..by now, being after midnight and this being the only checkstand open...the line disappeared somewhere in Frozen foods... Those Folks now know how the Donner's felt... The checker overlooks the fact this guy hasn't driven anything other than a starship in 35 years... and runs the check through the little check checker...The machine buzzes...and spits the check out like a bad meal.... "I'm sorry sir, the bank reports, not sufficient funds to cover this amount" Then.. The Ackward silence....followed by "Like, Wow man...must be a mistake, I just made a deposit" (I'm thinking...when? dude, before Woodstock? And urine specimens don't count!)

He say's "like, can you try it again?" again, I'm thinking, Dude, this isn't like a test, where the next result will be better!" Again, Buzz!! and out shoots the check.... "sorry sir, The bank has rejected you" "Do you have Another method of payment?"...."Ahhh Wow man...yeah, how 'bout my ATM?" (EARTH CALLING SPACEMAN....) "sir,If your check is not accepted....neither will your ATM card be accepted.."

Looking back into the long line...there was one guy, half frozen in the frozen food isle giving the eye to a portly lady in front of him...I sure he was wondering, "will it really Taste like chicken?...

Glancing back at the checkout counter....I see astronuatman counting his cash...pennies too....and this guy counts as fast as he writes, Pockets now empty, He's about $197.00 short of his projected goal..."awwwww Bummer man..." "Wait! I have my credit card! By now I feel a cold chill going down my leg...not because someone actually gave this guy credit, but because my 1 gallon box of ice cream was now leaking out the box, and dripping down my leg...Isle...out the door...resembling something like a milkshake clone experiment gone terribly Wrong....

Looking down at my basket..I see what appears to be my chips wilting...my 1 qt tub of cottage cheese lid pulsating up and down....New Lifeform? or science project, you make the call!

Out of nowhere "Admiral Kirk" produces a plastic card (that looks like it has opened more locks then ATM payout doors) Issued by the "First National Bank of Podunck", has a picture of a mule in a straw hat pulling a plow... Into the card machine it goes...standing there, rocking to and fro...reading the directions on the card reader..uttering the instructions as he read, he gets to the part that say's swipe card, he snickers in a drug induced laugh, and answers.. "No thanks, man...I already did!" By now , I roll my eyes back, and think, "this guy's one planet short of a solar system..."

Now, having a genuine heartfelt concern that whatever new form of life was being generated under that cottage cheese lid, could possibly escape and consume the other patrons like the blob...OR worse... join forces with the man from the Klingon empire in front of me, and take over the world.

Beep!....into the reader the Card goes...on to the keyboard he goes, I assume to enter his PIN Code...Nickto-Galaxto-Praxis.... After waiting for what seems an eternity (in earth time) I started thinking... I wonder how long does it really take to get an approval code from Andromeda 3...?

Finally...The answer comes back...like the long awaited answer from some Hindu guru sitting on top of the mountain meditating (uhh, I said meditating, not medicating) The checker's Voice breaks the silence.."Sir, I'm very sorry, it say's Card rejected, Please have cardholder call 1-800-728-6224" As he coaxed and wiedled the checker to "please try again" "I just paid that card off.."

I had time enough, and out of shear boredom, pant leg now saturated with the phantom from Berkley farms escaping down it, I start running the numbers in my head and their correlation to the alphabet on a phone dial...I came up with... 1- 800-scu-mbag Coincidence ? Or extraterrestrial? your call...

Finally..and once again the ominous message reappears...Card rejected...etc...etc.. "I gotta be thinking..good call! And you guy's haven't even seen Mr. Worf here..." He say's: "let me check the van for my other Wallet... I'll be right back" I'm thinking "yeah buddy, that didn't work in the 60's when I tried to buy beer, what makes you Think it'll work now?" As he streaks out the door...like a steak with legs and a fleet of pitbulls on his trail...The ominous voice appears "GO BACKS ON EXPRESS...PLEASE"

It could have been sensory deprivation, or maybe exhaustion, or maybe contact high from the man from planet alpha...but I swear I heard tiny cries from my cottage cheese tub, like that of a newborn seeking it's mother's milk....The Haze clears...a voice is heard..."NEXT PLEASE" "Good evening Sir, Did you find everything satisfactory?" I replied: "the food was spoiled, but the floorshow was good, I'd give an 8, but you can't dance to it...."

Looking at the scowl on her face, I could read her mind, "Oh crap.. I go from the strange visitor from another planet...to Willie the wiseass..." as she handed me back my change I reassured her: " Don't mind me, I just can't take myself anywhere..." and headed out the door...

NOW ,here is where it really gets WEIRD , (like, oh yeah, right...) as I got into my car ,The Parking lot became awash in a strange blue light.....and for a second...no, a millisecond...I thought I saw... A 1968 Volkswagen van, painted ti-dye, traverse the night sky... and disappear in a flash of light over the horizon...The car sputtered...the lights dimmed...and the CD playing George Thorogood's "bad to the Bone" started playing backwards....trust me..you don't want to know the hidden message there..And I thought.. Good night..Rocketman...and Please don't judge our species by Equifax....

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Pictures this week include:

Vets Memorial. I can still remember all the broken hearts and new romances, drunken club members and beaucoup fights that happened every week, not to mention the DJs and occasional live bands. I think I ran an old photo of Vet s from a KEWB newspaper. Vet's courtesy of Biff..

Vets Memorial
Vets Memorial

A 1927 Glenview School Diploma, the very first year of Glenview's existence, belonging to Warren Miller's (66) Mom..

Glenview School Diploma
Glenview School Diploma

And of course, Rochelle Silver's parents, who became engaged at Kaspers!.

Rochelle Silver's parents
Rochelle Silver's parents

Finally, Colonial Donuts on Lakeshore.

Colonial Donuts
Colonial Donuts

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