I guess I'll start us out.  I remember those HORRID "uniforms" we had to wear for PE.  Dresses couldn't be too short and hair couldn't be too long.  We were all dressed in polyester.  I'm sure that was a great thing for Billy Lemons mom because she had to make all his clothes and polyester was found everywhere.

Choir was fun and Senior year we went to Galveston.  I recall as the Show Choir (is that what we were called?) was getting ready to go on stage the Principal of the school told us "you can't have that black boy and that white girl singing together (me & Billy Lemons) or that white boy and that black girl (Steve Cory & Ruby Moultrie).  We were shocked that little old Pampa was more progressive than the big cities down south.

Lots of guys enlisted in the National Guard to keep from getting drafted and sent to Vietnam.  The average life expectancy of a new man on the field in 'Nam was 18 seconds.  Then, after they all enlisted, the draft was suspended.

There was a little house over on Alcock Street where a old lady made "red wine" in her bathtub (so it was said).  There was an old house on Frederick/Brown where we gathered to play music.  I'm sure there was much more going on there.  But, for those of you who knew me back then I lived a pretty sheltered life.  Still do. :)

Big rivals were the Sandies and the Bulldogs.  Remember the Sandie bonfires?  

I guess the gang fights were West of town.  Illegal drag races on the Loop between 60 and the Lefors Highway.  What was that guy's name that beat everyone???  I'll have to ask Jim.

I'm going to stop here as I need to get back to work.  But add your memories and see how far we can go?

The drag and Caldwell's and the trips to the drips. Those were the days, my friend.