Karen Olsen Lebeter

I just noticed that the two guys I dated from Mac are on the missing classmates list. Has anyone gone thru the local phone books to check on the missing? Just wondering. Has our website been posted to Classmates.com and Facebook? Lee has a Facebook group, maybe we need one too. Just wondering. One of the guys may be in a psychiatric hospital, the other may be in jail, but I won't mention their names.

Hey Bren,

You are correct. The guys are having much more fun and I must say--I have been entertained reading about things I knew nothing about.

My life was pretty dull compared to you guys. Get up. Go to school. Go home. Do homework. Go to bed. Next day--start over. My parents were not much in favor of me going ANYWHERE. So my fun started in college!

I did have some fun sleepovers with the girlfriends--I remember many walks to Mr M's to get a Big Red with Pat Robinson. My sister and I used to play chicken with the bats at night. We would lie down in a lounger at dusk in the back yard and see which of us would run first as the bats would fly lower and lower. 

My parents did let me ride on the back of Craig Christophersons motorcycle once. We went all the way downtown on Broadway. Go figure. I almost didn't even ask. I guess Craig and I had Art class together--as I found the clay model of his head in a box after my father died. I remembered we had made one of each other.

Before accidently deleting my earlier question, I had asked . . .

Where are all our silent Lady Brahma posters?  What did you gals use to do when ya'll weren't playing sports, getting licks, or racing cars?  And is silent Lady Brahma a double oxymoron?  . . . silent Lady . . . female bull??

Let's hear it!

Kathy....I remember Craig well...sat next to him in Mr Berry's English class at Garner. I believe he played on the Basketball Team at Garner. He somehow looked older than the rest of us.  He was quiet, studious, well dressed and looked like Tab Hunter or something.  Whatever happened to him? 

Craig moved to California the summer after ninth grade. His dad was transferred to the Presidio in San Francisco. Craig played football and was pretty good. He was a nice guy and a good friend.

In the summer between junior and senior years, I visited Craig for a week. He lived in one of those little towns in Marin County, just north of the San Francisco Bridge. He and some of his football buddies (yes, he played out there, too) took me into the City (SF) to walk around the Haight Asbury district. Remember, this was summer of 1968. The air was full of strange smells for me (probably not for some of you guys). I was walking around “slack-jawed”. This was “Hippy Central”, people walking around totally stoned, girls topless (some actually attractive). Later that day, we went to a concert at Filmore West to see the Chambers Brothers (“Time Has Come Today”). Everybody was sitting on the floor, the air was thick with the same smell from Haight Ashbury, and soon, somebody was passing me a “cigarette”…… I passed it down the line (I didn’t drink or smoke at the time, so I was like, “what the heck!”)…..it was a different world out there.

It was on that trip that my mother called to tell me that Coach Price had the heart attack. I was sort of relieved, because Bobby Jack Price was a little bit crazy. However, after a few moments, I started thinking that maybe we just went from the “frying pan into the fire”.  Yes, I was absolutely correct!

Anyway, back to Craig Christopherson, I found Craig again in the mid 80’s. He was in Salt Lake City. I had a client in Salt Lake, so I contacted him and we had dinner at his house. I met his wife, and had a really nice evening with him. He was still a very nice guy.

Tommy....I moved to Mather AFB (Near Folsom Prison) about 70 miles east of San Francisco over the Christmas Break our sophomore year.  After the Texas heat and ultra conservative schools and social order walking into northern California was like opening a refrigerator door.  Everything was cool and laid back.  During the "Summer of Love" in 1967 we cruised through Haight-Ashbury hoping to get invited to a "Love In" but mostly just waded through deadbeats.  Survived 7 years out yonder and only got hooked on Olympia Beer and California girls....and I  sure enjoyed the "lick free" zone.

Yes, Roger--Craig was a very nice young man--and, I remember Tommy and Craig being best friends. I know my parents knew Craigs parents through my Dads work--My father worked for McKesson Drug Company and their headquarters was in San Francisco. I am guessing that is why I got to ride on that motorcycle as Dad knew Craigs father.  I do remember Craig driving very safely.  He was not a "wild and crazy" kind of guy. 

By the way, I had Vernon McManus for Drivers Ed--he was just as creepy and mean teaching kids to drive as he was a coach. I also was lucky enough to have him for study hall--not much fun as Whitey Lasswell and Jimmy Schwind used to get me in touble daily. They would make faces or make me laugh--then McManus would make me stand up for the rest of the class!

Re murderous McManus.  My prosecutor daughter was fascinated by Gary's account and the associated news story Ken provided on the case.  Criminal lawyers lap up stuff like that.  Wish she could send him back to Huntsville.