The Crazy Days of Forgotten Youth!


Sneaking down to Myran Williams' farm and practicing the hallowed art of Cow-Tipping.

Starting fires in fields and then helping the Volunteer Fire Dept. put them out.

Drinking Vodka until we puked, listening to "Grand Funk Railroad" on the 8-Track.

Working on a dairy farm and having a bull chase you 100 miles (ok, 50ft, but it seemed like 100 miles).

Seeing the "Doobie Bros." in concert at SPAC and not remembering anything after the 4th song and the 3rd bowl....

Cutting school to go see Todd Rundgren at SUNY Plattsburg.

Picking up and delivering the "Football Forecast" gambling sheets on my daily paper route. Hell, even my mother played every week.

Ice climbing the Hudson River ravine. We were invincible, we were macho, we were stupid.

Finishing 5th at the Queensbury Cross-Country Invitational. I was proud of that!

Being able to drink at local bars while only 17 (The drinking age was 18 back in the good ole days).

Your girlfriend and you making cookies in her parents brand new microwave. Unfortunately, you use aluminum foil (who knew?) and discovered the real source of the Aurora Borealis!

Figuring out WTF "The Bible" and "Bless the Beasts and Children" have in common as you write your senior finals term-paper.

Visiting a bar in Stillwater (10 miles south, so it's safe) with your buddies, and seeing your younger sister there with her buddies (come unglued time).

Shooting your first deer and drinking the customary cup-of blood.

Your first "petting" session and how life was really good!

The first clumsy act of "going all the way" and showering together afterwards (I'll Never forget it, C.T).

Weekend parties at "The Log" and "The Trestle". Two of the local faves. Let's not forget "The Yacht Basin"!

Being the smallest school in the Northern Conference, but kicking ass nonetheless. Football doesn't count!

Having your mother pass away on Christmas Eve and 2 days later the entire Senior Class shows up at the wake. I'll never forget it. Thanks.....

Entering the "Sludge Water Derby" 2 years running.

  1. The first year myself and 2 buddies entered the "john-boat" class. We got cocky and took the fast-water approach to a bend. Well, we ended up going over a ledge and dropping 6' right onto an underwater boulder (can you say "Ohhh shiiiiiiittt!). As we fished ourselves out of the water, a motor-launch towed our trashed boat to shore. We hopped back in (warily) and ended up finishing 3rd in the class. We drank a lot of beer that night, recanting our demise in typical false bravado.

  2. The second year, I talked my stepdad into it and we entered the "canoe" class. Me in the bow. Knowing of the "Terminator" boulder, we discussed our options for speed. Thinking we could dodge the nemisis, we tracked right for it assuming we could veer at the last minute and still gain time. Well, we were WRONG. As my dad literally went over my head, the only thing I remember thinking was "here we go again". We weren't as lucky this time. Being dragged through white-water and getting bounced off boulders, rocks, and bottom was getting old real quick. As we both sat at Glens Falls General, I distinctly remember hearing "If you EVER talk me into this stupid, $#@@^% race again, YOU explain to your mother why we were idiotic enough to do this $#%$@#$ race again, and by the way we're out a %$##$#@ $600 canoe and paddles." Oops....Sorry, dad. I did learn what it was like to fly, though. No wings needed.

Driving up the Bay Road in a packed "Tweeter Mobile" and having the lights turned off. Navigating a winding road by looking up through the trees to steer. VERY interesting way to travel.

Fishing the Snooks Kill and Batten Kill in a downpour, pulling out 3lb rainbows and loving it.

Having to shovel your own sidewalks and driveway early in the A.M. Snowblower? My parents had us. Why would they spend the money for a convenience?

Getting arrested for "Contributing to the Delinquincy of a Minor". Give me a break. My girlfriend was a year younger, a cheerleader, and she was worse than me!!! Gee, I knew all 3 cops in our town and they layed that on me. My fault, though. I shouldn't have offered him (the fuzz) a beer when he caught us. To use the expression: "%^$# him if he can't take a joke".

Although we were a small school, the pride for ourselves helped us overcome many an obstacle.

Many other unique happenings that I'll update as I remember them!!!!!!

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