If you were from Portland, it still seemed like the sticks and in some ways he never fit in.
I was a junior when Johnny Johnson retired as coach, and as I recall Mr. K not only applied he gave us the appearance of believing that he would be seriously considered.
Over my first Christmas Break from Cornell, ‘88, it was evident to me that given the economy there was virtually no chance of me ending up back on the South Coast. After University, the only stretch I’ve had back longer than a few weeks was the last chunk of 92 and the start of ‘93. I’ve only been back twice since I helped Mom and my sisters to pack up the house in ‘99 and then drive them back east, where Dad was already looking for work.
It was an awesome place in its day. Mr. Alvey, who, IIRC was a pretty exact contemporary of Mr. Johnson (both played on at least one of the state championship teams) had an absolutely fascinating and in some ways idyllic life in terms of his childhood experiences on.
What were the last vestiges of race in the Constitution?
References to whites, Negroes, and mulattos, I believe.
Many of the teachers of that era were “out of place.” One grew up in South Africa. H.L. was German. The Oregon coast was pretty free-wheeling, then. I loved all of the phases that the teaching clique went through. Mushroom picking, wine-making,, clamming, fishing. hunting, art. A very neat bunch of people, and a welcome escape from the default populace, bless their hearts.