Alumni Sandstorm ~ 07/09/15
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3 Bombers and 1 Lion sent stuff: 
David DOUGLAS ('62), John ADKINS ('62), 
Gary Brehm ('64 Lion) and Marsha GOSLIN ('65)
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BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Ken HEMINGER ('56)

BOMBER CALENDAR: Richland Bombers Calendar
    Click the event you want to know more about.
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>>From: David DOUGLAS ('62)

On this day in 1945, Berle Patricia BEZZIO ('63-RIP) uttered
her first scream. It wouldn't be her last. I was to hear her
scream again years later, more than once.

I first encountered Patty when she was in eighth grade and I was
in the ninth. We were both in the Carmichael spelling bee. I was
eliminated, she won. Our next encounter was in German class, her
sophomore year and my junior year at Col-Hi. The class decided
to have a party over the Christmas holidays. Having forgotten
about the spelling bee, I tapped her on the shoulder. "Would you
like to go to the party with me?" "Ahhhhh!" That was the first
time I heard her scream.

After spending time after school writing 100 times, "I am a
menace to the good of society" (in German, of course), Patty
agreed to go to the party with me. Due to her nervous stomach,
we got to the party almost an hour late, and then she spent most
of it in the restroom throwing up. In my defense, let me say
I've been on lots of dates with many different girls, and she's
the only one who ever threw up because she had a date with me.
For some reason I can't remember, the next time I saw her in
German class I asked her to go to a basketball game with me. She
got through that date without the theatrics and became my
girlfriend.

The next scream occurred when her father invited us to go for a
scooter ride out in the desert hills. On one ride I spotted a
cactus in full bloom and stopped to admire it with her. Then 
we began admiring each other. We were embracing in a prolonged
passionate kiss when we heard, "Ahem!" Patty screamed. Her
father had arrived unannounced, wondering why he didn't hear 
the scooter anymore. Fortunately, he didn't scold us. I suspect
he'd been young once.

I began adding a few minutes to our dates to spend in our
favorite pastime, necking. I found a deserted road north of town
where I could see a car coming from either direction a mile away
in time to get moving, although we never saw a single car all
the hours we spent there. However, we lived on the south side 
of town, and one night we didn't have time to take "the long 
way home." I decided to go down one of the narrow dirt roads 
off the bypass highway to the Yakima River. A car began 
following us. We rolled up the windows and locked the doors 
while I looked for a place to turn around. I found a spot wide
enough to turn around, but I couldn't drive back to the highway
unless the other car passed us. When it came within our 
headlights, Patty screamed again. It was a police car.
Fortunately, the kind policeman kept going.

Patty broke up with me just before school began in the fall, so
she could date other boys. I began dating Diane ZELLEY ('63). 
A couple of months later Patty asked if I'd take her on dates
again – the other boys who were supposed to ask her for dates
didn't cooperate. I agreed, for reasons that escape me now. I
dated both girls for several months. One day I asked Diane if I
could have lunch with her. That's when I discovered that she 
and Patty were friends and ate lunch together. Second semester 
I joined the Algebra class I'd dropped my junior year to have 
a study hall. Patty was in that class. A few weeks later Mrs.
Johnson announced a student was transferring in from fifth
period Algebra – Diane Zelley. That was the last time I heard
Patty scream.

On October 6, 1998, Patty left for a place where, I hope, she'll
never have to scream again, since I'm not there. Thank you for
the memories, Patty. Rest in peace.

-David DOUGLAS ('62) ~ Mesa, AZ   
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>>From: John ADKINS ('62)

Re: Women's Soccer

It is absolutely not inequality or sexism that men's soccer gets
8 million and women's soccer get 2 million.

Men's Soccer has to pay a higher rate of graft money to FIFA. We
should all be able to see that.

-John ADKINS ('62) ~ Richland   If your coming here - bring 
      your Endura Cool Towels
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>>From: Gary Brehm ('64 Lion) and Marsha GOSLIN ('65)

Re: Iditarod

Maren.

We are in Juneau on a cruise and we just heard a fabulous talk
by Libby Riddles about her life, her dogs and the Iditarod. She
signed two pictures for you. Will send when we return from
Alaska.

-Gary Brehm ('64 Lion) and Marsha GOSLIN ('65)
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[Very cool... THANKS! I'm excited for you to get back home.
For those who don't already know: Libby Riddles was the first
woman to win the Iditarod in 1985. Susan Butcher was right 
behind Libby wining in '86, '87, '88, and '90 which gave rise 
to the bumper stickers and signs: "ALASKA, where men are men 
and women win the Iditarod." -Maren]
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That's it for today. Please send more.
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