11/27/07 - NNHS Newsletter - How Deep Is the Ocean? “Sponges grow in the ocean. That just kills me. I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be if that didn't happen.” - Stephen Wright (b. 6 Dec 1955)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,   

   It's Frank.  He's singing in my shower again.  I don't know how that man keeps getting in there, really I don't.

From Domi O'Brien ('64) of NH - 11/26/07:

   Well, congratulations, Domi!   I added your name to our Birthday Page:

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BIRTHDAYS - TODAY AND UPCOMING:

   Happy Birthday today to our Two-Fer: Gayle Fallin Harris ('57) and Domi O'Brien ('64) of NH!

   On Thursday, Jimmy Key ('57) will be celebrating as well!
 On Friday we'll have our last Birthday Two-Fer of November:      Rip Collins ('65) of TN AND     Sandi Bateman Chestnut ('65) of VA!

   Many Happy Returns to you all!

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  From Ron Miller ('59) of NC - 11/26/07 - "God's Country":

A man in Topeka, Kansas decided to write a book about churches around the country.

He started by flying to San Francisco and started working east from there. Going to a very large church, he began taking photographs and making notes. He spotted a golden telephone on the vestibule wall and was intrigued with a sign, which read, "Calls: $10,000 a minute."

Seeking out the pastor he asked about the phone and the sign. The pastor answered that this golden phone was, in fact, a direct line to heaven and if he pays the price he can talk directly to GOD. The man thanked the pastor and continued on his way.

As he continued to visit churches in Seattle, Dallas, St. Louis, Chicago, Milwaukee, and around the United States, he found more phones with the same sign and the same answer from each pastor.

Finally, he arrived in Virginia and upon entering a church, Behold - he saw the usual golden telephone, but THIS time, the sign read, "Calls: 35 cents." Fascinated, he asked to talk to the pastor, "Reverend, I have been in churches in cities all across the country and in each church I have found this golden telephone and have been told it is a direct line to Heaven and that I could talk to GOD, but in the other churches the cost was $10,000 a minute. Your sign reads only 35 cents a call. Why?"

I love this part...

The pastor, smiling benignly, replied, "Son, you're in Virginia now... you're in God's Country, it's a local call."

AMERICAN BY BIRTH ... VIRGINIAN BY THE GRACE OF GOD!

   GIGGLES!!!  I have no argument with that!  Thanks, Ronnie!

       From Tom Norris (Hampton HS - '73) of VA - 11/26/07:

       Gloria (Woolard Price - Hampton HS - '65 - of FL) .... remember back in July when you were down (excuse me ... UP) here ... and you dropped off some money for me at "The Way We Were" antique bookstore in Phoebus??? The game was prominently on the back wall behind the counter.  Not sure who made it ... but I will be down there Saturday for "It's a Wonderful Life in Phoebus" ... I'll check it out for ya.

       Dimples (Sepi Dinwiddie Prichard - '58 - of NC) ... you're right ... I have learned to "accept" the name ... especially when preceded by adjectives such as "hot", "sexy", and "killer" (Carol .. . hope you retain your "G" rating ... LOL). I will admit ... it is more appealing than being referred to as "old fart".

This time of year the local oldies station in Tidewater converts to continuous Christmas music from Thanksgiving through Christmas Day. Now ... I like it as much as anyone ... but a continuous month is a little too much for me. As I write this I have the oldies pumping through my DJ gear .. complete with vintage 'GH jingles and drops ... kind of like my own pirate oldies station ... Cyber 1310 ... Tidewater's best rck and roll ... right now Danny & The Delnotes are playing in honor of my NN buds (and budettes) ... and not to let my Crabber friends out I'll play The Niteliters as well. Commercially programmed oldies stations can miss soooo much of the local patina from back in the day.

Carol ... don't think I ever told you ... but I actually interviewed with 'GH in 1976, with my TNCC Associates Degree in Electronics Technology  and newly issued FCC license in hand ... job entailed driving the Showmobile to locations and setting it up for the jocks ... turned it down and went to work as a contractor at NASA Langley. Gee ... if I had taken that job I could have rifled the dumpsters with Dale Parsons ('69 - of HI) to snag all those 'GH tapes. Whoulda thought 30 years later I'd be searching for and collecting this stuff!

Rockingly yours ... Da Babe (and proud of it) :-)

   MORE GIGGLES! Thanks, Babe!

From N. Perry (Warwick HS - '59) of ? - 11/26/07 - "Whatever happened to    Joe Wingo (President of the Class of 1965)?":

Carol,

I remember seeing Joe at a beach party at VA Beach in May of 65 when he was pledging Sigma Nu at William & Mary.  He was having a great time.  I wondered whatever happened to him.

N Perry
Warwick 59

   Joe's right here with us! 

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   He's a retired bank vice-president living near Charlotte - and one of the greatest heroes of my life.

    From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 11/27/07 - "A friendship thought":

   Thank you, Shari!

    From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 11/2/07 - "Why I Was Fired After The Christmas Party":

Why I Was Fired After The Christmas Party

A letter of apology...

When I came into the office this morning, I noticed a sort of general feeling of unfriendliness, and since several of you have called me a "dirty jerk" to my face, I knew I must have done something wrong at the office Christmas Party. The Office Manager called me from the hospital today and as this is my last day, I'd like to take this way of apologizing to all of you. I would prefer speaking to everyone personally, but all of you seem to go deaf and dumb whenever I try to talk to you.

First, to our dear and beloved boss, I am sorry for all the things I called you Friday afternoon. I'm very much aware that your father is not a baboon, nor your mother a man who'd underwent a sex change, so she could have you. Your wife is a delightful woman, and my story of you buying her for 50 cents in Tijuana was strictly a figment of my imagination. Your children are undoubtedly yours too. About the water cooler incident, you'll never know how badly I feel about it, and I hope you didn't hurt your head when they were trying to get the glass jug off.

To Mary, I express my deepest regrets. In my own defense, I must remind you that you seemed to enjoy our little escapade on the stairway as much as I did until the banister broke and we fell eight feet to the second floor landing. In spite of the rupture you incurred when I landed on top of you, I am sure you will admit that when we landed it was one of the biggest thrills you have ever had.

Sam, you old cuss, you've just got to forgive me for that little prank I played on you. If I had known you were goosey, I'd have never done it. It would have been a lot worse if that robust lady hadn't been standing right under the window you jumped through. She really broke your fall a lot. People have been killed falling three stories.

Gene, I regret telling the fireman it was you who turned in the false alarm. But, of course, I had no way of knowing they would make such a bad report of it. Those fire hoses sure have a lot of pressure don't they? And the water is cold!!

Don, I know how you must feel about me. Opening the door to the broom closet suddenly must have startled you and Millie quite badly, and to think how hard you bumped your chin on the shelf when you bent over to pull up your pants, it makes me sick. We'll have to get together for dinner some night after the dentist finishes your plates.

Nancy, the only excuse I can offer for stealing all your clothes and hiding them when I found you passed out in the ladies room, is that I was drunk. Also, I want you to know I was very embarrassed when I couldn't remember where I hid them and you had to go home in that old sofa cover. Running your falsies up the flag pole was a bit too much, but like I said, I was a little drunk.

To all of you, I am sorry. Setting Jan's panties on fire seemed funny at the time, and it makes me sad to hear that her husband is divorcing her because of it. Urinating in everyone's drink was in bad taste, and not telling them about it until all the drinks were gone was even worse.

Now that I have apologized to all of you and know that I am forgiven, I will do my very best to come to the picnic......

   Thanks again, Shari!

      From My #1 Daughter-in-Law, Mary Bennett Harty (Litchfield HS, IL) of IL - 11/27/07 - "Air Force Test ?":

Let me know how you make out !!

This will drive you nuts!! Have fun!

The object of the game is to move the red block around without getting hit by the blue blocks or touching the black walls.

If you can go longer than 18 seconds you are phenomenal. It's been said that the US Air Force uses this for fighter pilots. They are expected to go for at least 2 minutes.

Give it a try but be careful...it is addictive!!

Air Force Test  CLICK HERE: http://members.iinet.net.au/%7Epontipak/redsquare.html

   How did I do?!?  Out of three tries, my best score was .875 seconds!

   Thanks, Miss Mary!

HOLIDAY REUNION NEWS:

The NNHS Class of 1958 Holiday Gathering will be held Tuesday, December 11, 2007 at 6:00 PM
(Dinner at 7:00 PM) at Mike's Place, An Irish Pub, (757-599-5500) 458 Warwick Village Shopping Center, (Hilton Village,
across from the Cedar Lane entrance to the Mariners' Museum), Newport News, VA 23601-3240.
CONTACT: Jwdvt@aol.com

The NNHS Class of 1957 Holiday Party will be held Wednesday, December 12, 2007 at 6:00 PM
at Angelo's (Route 17), Newport News, VA.
CONTACT: Pabletz@aol.com

DATES TO REMEMBER:

   Y'all take care of each other!  TYPHOONS FOREVER!  We'll Always Have Buckroe!

                          Love to all, Carol 

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How Deep Is the Ocean?

Words and Music by Irving Berlin


How can I tell you what is in my heart?
How can I measure each and every part?
How can I tell you how much I love you?
How can I measure just how much I do?

How much do I love you?
I'll tell you no lie
How deep is the ocean?
How high is the sky?

How many times a day do I think of you?
How many roses are sprinkled with dew?

How far would I travel
To be where you are?
How far is the journey
From here to a star?

And if I ever lost you
How much would I cry?
How deep is the ocean?
How high is the sky?