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I did not have the good fortune to cross paths with the cassette mind-meld guy, but there were plenty of others offering creative entertainment value.
Living at Shiloh during the glory days of '78-'79, when 400+ bodies were running the halls, it seemed like extended high school. There were department cliques, developing relationships, and pecking orders of who could prophesy the best, scream the loudest while breaking up into groups, and of course, those who figured out how to get out of being responsible at all. It was the early days of Monday Night Football, Saturday Night Live, and the notorious underground newspaper, Off The Wall.
I can understand your disappointment in those who decided to drink the Kool-Aid in the transition. Those disappointments follow us throughout life in many iterations. Those whose paths are meant to cross do cross. The world is still filled with many wonderful, loving people, and those are the ones you want to keep close.
I did not have the good fortune to cross paths with the cassette mind-meld guy, but there were plenty of others offering creative entertainment value.
Living at Shiloh during the glory days of '78-'79, when 400+ bodies were running the halls, it seemed like extended high school. There were department cliques, developing relationships, and pecking orders of who could prophesy the best, scream the loudest while breaking up into groups, and of course, those who figured out how to get out of being responsible at all. It was the early days of Monday Night Football, Saturday Night Live, and the notorious underground newspaper, Off The Wall.
I can understand your disappointment in those who decided to drink the Kool-Aid in the transition. Those disappointments follow us throughout life in many iterations. Those whose paths are meant to cross do cross. The world is still filled with many wonderful, loving people, and those are the ones you want to keep close.