Joseph DiMaggio

Enjoying being a dad, although it came a little later in life than I had expected. Living up in Northern California I visit Pacific Grove 2-3 times a year. It never fails that every time I visit I have this overwhelming feeling of nostalgia, a yearning for those good old "simple" days. I really am jealous of my classmates who have been able to stay in PG; it a magical place, especially to raise a family. I'm happy the town is pretty much the same as when I grew up -- it is true, PG is the last "home town."

High school, as I look back on that experience, was a time of spreading our wings. Some of us spread our wings wide and full; others like myself spread them tentatively. My memories are mostly good, although it was a confusing time as well -- how could adolescents be anything but confusing? I cherish memories of the Friday night football games, the late night b-ball games we'd play at the RLS gym, going egging on Halloween, and the close friendships I had with Joey Farrow, Matt Arnett, and many others.