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Robert Strupp
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SAD how many grads of the class of '65 discovered illegal drugs, marijuana, LSD & such, & their attitude changed to not wanting to achieve, basically, anything, with simply wishing to squat in the wilderness smoking dope, partaking of sexual intercourse, while ranting about capitalism. What a waste. This is what my dearly-loved, 170IQ, anarchist, older brother did, who by the way, also graduated high school in 1965.
— Feb 14, 2019 11:23PM
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Jamie Kelso (currently a certified White Supremacist, in a note to the 10th year reunion) ~ "By age 18, a man or woman's character is largely set. If, up to this age, the parents have freely provided car, tuition, allowances, vacations, clothes, apartments and entertainment, then they shouldn't be surprised when they discover that their son or daughter is a moral cripple." That seemed to be a valid assessment.
— Feb 17, 2019 03:40PM
Robert Strupp
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I grew up during these years, graduating in 1969, I recall what times were like. Palisades High California was in Brentwood uber-rich country and for many of the students making money wasn't even ever a consideration. (Not so at Cortez High in Phoenix.) Virtually every graduate of Class of '65 who got involved with marijuana and drugs, went off the rails and had accomplished nothing ten years after graduation.
— Feb 16, 2019 10:54PM
Robert Strupp
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I actually teared-up reading about the Class of '65 student who committed suicide. Poor guy. His mom claims Kahlil Gibran's 'The Prophet' seemed to help him. In the 1960s, all us teens had either the book or the 33rpm album read by Richard Harris. I too came within inches, literally, of killing myself in the late 60s, and Kahlil Gibran was no help. Only my belief in my Christian God enabled me to 'tough it out.'
— Feb 11, 2019 09:35AM
Robert Strupp
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What I thought would be a dull recounting of dull high school pupils a decade after their graduation, has turned out to be hard-to-put-down. A reason has got to be that I graduated in 1969 and my brother in 1965 (along with Alice Cooper). But the confessions Michael & David manage to get out of their classmates, circa 1977, are simply astounding. 1 girl admitting to the 420+ men she had intercourse with? Wow.
— Feb 10, 2019 09:02PM
