| Bo Knepp writes....Oh yeah, my name is Bo Knepp, class of 61. I attended FAHS at the tail end of 60 as well. Since my parents were stationed at Bad Hersfeld on what was then the East German border, I lived in the dorm but was expelled, along with Jack Harkins, midway through the 60-61 year due to an incident which caused a scandal in which out amourous exploits were grossly exaggerated (I remember something about someone being expelled for riding around with a hand hanging out of a car trunk with ketchup on it... but that isn't amourous... so must not be it). I roomed with a general and his wife who lived nearby for the rest of the school year.... I had trouble with him too. Sharon Burke and some of the other dorm girls decided to start a sorority and needed a place to meet. Since the general and his wife were out of town, I let them gather in his living room to organize the group. The neighbors ratted me out and I almost lost my maid's room quarters there as well (hey...same thing happened to me when I threw a party when my parents were gone to the mountains). We dorm rats had lots of fun in Frankfurt. Several of us (Irma Watson, Ann Kennon, Bob Osborne, Pat Emery, et al.) frequented a lowlife GI bar called the Torero Club. It was run by a Polish couple named Sigmund and Ellen, and we even had an account there. I'.. never forget the night that Sigmund, seriously in his cups, chucked Ellen out of the open back window into the yard.. We used to sign out of the dorm for "TC" supposedly the Teen Club, but actually... There was also a nearby pizza joint we used to hang out in, It's name, though not the memory of its savory pies, is lost in the mists of time. My brother Greg, who was in the junior high, lived in a room on the ground floor of the dorm. We would head out of his window after hours, hit the lights, then crawl in later, only to rise, groaning, to head for the cafeteria next morning. A half liter glass of beer was 20 pfennings in those days... one nickel in US money. (This man has children and won't be able to deny any of this now as the rest of us can). Boy the memories do come flooding back; what is this, Proust redux? I remember shooting baskets for quarters against Monte Cotham in the gym.. Orval Yager strumming and singing "Rock Island Line" in the dorm smoking... listening to jazz.... a hung over picnic in the Taunus Mountains (I caught pneumonia in those mountains... me Frank... not him.... at another time).. featuring half-fried chicken by Irma Watson sealing a general's staff car for a joyride throught the city by getting the driver drunk.. pretending to be shot by Karl Giuliano in the cafeteria lunch line, complete with clutching my chest to pop a bag of ketchup (Karl had a starter pistol) .......I remember Karl from mechanical drawing (me Frank) and I often wonder if he got him a real gun later... or like the rest of us... just grew up..... you out there Karl? |