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Recalling high school for some people is like reliving their “glory days.” For me, it was one of the worst times of my life, not that anyone knew that at the time. 

The Songs, “Feelin’ Groovy,” “Peace Train,”“Bridge Over Troubled Waters,” and "Jesus Christ Superstar" are the songs that sum up these years for me.  I was lucky enough to have been raised during the years when Woodstock rocked and thrummed through our culture and the spirit of flower power wove itself like daisy garlands through the era.

Lest anyone accuse me of romanticizing my life or being somehow blind to my own faults, I share this embarrassing tale of the dumb stuff we do as young adults...this one a backpacking trip alone in the Sierras at 21.

This story comes from my college days. One of my on campus jobs was working "Mud Crew," which was our colloquialism for the landscaping crew, as opposed to "Crud Crew," the name we'd given the custodial team at the college.

I was six years old before I actually had a name (for my imaginary friend).  That was the year my parents took us to Silverlake Presbyterian Church.....When I was little, I believed Potlucks to be every child’s favorite...