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OK so I was surfing and looking back at my life..

I saw an article on my old Jr. High.. it just closed.. been there
for years before I got there and now. what? 30 several years
after I leave it closes.. (trust me it wasn't in great shape then)
the Irony of this is. the JR. High just across from me is closing..
timing? I was talking to a young co worker today
and we were talking about schools.. She went across the street..

Well I was telling her that on the outskirts of my old school
were some outbuildings that were off limits.. major off limits..
we are talking if you got caught in (or near) them..
it was automatic.. ten days in Juvie..


it was only years later that I found out the dirty little secret
it was an internment camp before and during World War two..

I was never brave enough to go over.. I wonder why they just didn't
tear the buildings down..



any one else??? was there something you didn't find out until later??

naivety admission to follow.....

I had gotten into Humboldt State University as a transfer student..... not much of a pot smoker, but was a great beer drinker (like it really is past tense)...... about a year into my "education" i realised many of my friends had a room or closet that always had light coming from under the door. So finally i asked one....... shouldn't you turn off the light before we go out? He laughed at me and i didn't get it till later. The "plants" were his roomate, and they needed the light.

What a dumbass.

There were rumors in my town that between the junior high and the elementary school behind it (built about the same time) there were a series of tunnels connecting them and leading to deep underground bunkers . (We also had a Nike missle base in our town, so apparently paranoia ran deep.) I'd been to the basement of the Jr High and there were "fenced off" sections that no one talked about.

One of the other things in my town was that years ago--i.e. before cars--there had been a tuberculosis "camp" nearby. And I don't mean camp as in a "let's go make arts and crafts" but a "you have TB, you're going to live the rest of your life there" sort of place. Well, the horse drawn trolley line from my town went so far and dropped people off to wait for the trolley from the camp, which would be driven by someone who had TB but survived. The meeting point was a huge flat rock in the ground called "hospital rock" and people, having time to kill, would carve their name or initials, and date into the rock. Pretty freaky stuff to read.

At my Junior High the basement was a bomb shelter, (the school was rebuilt after the 1933 Long Beach earthquake) and in my time there (early 70's) they were the P.E. rooms. You entered from the ends, boys at one girls at the other. There was a door separating them with an added curtain on the girls side. Someone had kicked a hole in the door and if you went behind the curtain on the girls side you could see peek and see the boys running around naked snapping towels at each others butts and peters. What an education.

At a "house" at UVA I was escorted up a hidden stairwell to a room

where Tony Montana would have felt right at home. I of course

being a cold natured person and an upright law abiding citizen closed my

eyes and walked away and never returned.



I wonder why I have no diploma?