George was my old pal from Washington and Claremont. We didn't hang much together once we hit Tech, probably because he was a car guy and I wasn't (totally mechanically challenged).
But in junior high we had lots of fun in his back yard on Ayala Ave., just two blocks from my house on Vicente. We went through a phase of ordering genuine Malayan throwing knives by mail order. Tried to learn to throw and stick them successfully in his wooden fence, but they usually broke before we had it mastered. I think they were made of pewter or something.
Then Elvis hit the scene when we were in 7th grade, along with Buchanan & Goodman's weird novelty records with the snippets from real rock 'n roll 45s. George had an early tape recorder and we tried to make one of those kinds of recordings without much luck on that primitive equipment, playing the 45s on his tiny RCA 45 changer that came with a whole stack of free Harry Belafonte records. (Later on I succeeded in doing one of these pastiches on the right-wing classic "A Quiet American" during the Vietnam era. Powerful stuff, if I can ever find it among my old reel-to-reel tapes.) I wish I'd been in touch with George to play it for him in 1968.
George had one of the coolest flat-tops you could ever imagine, which inspired me to emulate it with much less success. Dixie Peach lives!
So long old pal, hope you are rockin' out up there!
And Sue, where are you? I'd love to hear more about George.
I was heartbroken when I heard about George's illness and eventual passing.
I was the Best Man at Geoge and Sue's wedding, and I will never forget the bachelor party that proceeded it. George was pretty straight arrow, and he didn't drink much. However, at his bachelor he got so wasted that we had to carry him up three flights of stairs to get him to bed. George was a big guy and that evening he was pure dead weight. Sue was so pissed that it took her several weeks to forgive George. . . and several weeks after that to forgive us.
George was a great guy and family man.
George, if I am not mistaken, was one of our first classmates to pass. The good die young!
Steve Murray
George was my old pal from Washington and Claremont. We didn't hang much together once we hit Tech, probably because he was a car guy and I wasn't (totally mechanically challenged).
But in junior high we had lots of fun in his back yard on Ayala Ave., just two blocks from my house on Vicente. We went through a phase of ordering genuine Malayan throwing knives by mail order. Tried to learn to throw and stick them successfully in his wooden fence, but they usually broke before we had it mastered. I think they were made of pewter or something.
Then Elvis hit the scene when we were in 7th grade, along with Buchanan & Goodman's weird novelty records with the snippets from real rock 'n roll 45s. George had an early tape recorder and we tried to make one of those kinds of recordings without much luck on that primitive equipment, playing the 45s on his tiny RCA 45 changer that came with a whole stack of free Harry Belafonte records. (Later on I succeeded in doing one of these pastiches on the right-wing classic "A Quiet American" during the Vietnam era. Powerful stuff, if I can ever find it among my old reel-to-reel tapes.) I wish I'd been in touch with George to play it for him in 1968.
George had one of the coolest flat-tops you could ever imagine, which inspired me to emulate it with much less success. Dixie Peach lives!
So long old pal, hope you are rockin' out up there!
And Sue, where are you? I'd love to hear more about George.
Robert Knox
I was heartbroken when I heard about George's illness and eventual passing.
I was the Best Man at Geoge and Sue's wedding, and I will never forget the bachelor party that proceeded it. George was pretty straight arrow, and he didn't drink much. However, at his bachelor he got so wasted that we had to carry him up three flights of stairs to get him to bed. George was a big guy and that evening he was pure dead weight. Sue was so pissed that it took her several weeks to forgive George. . . and several weeks after that to forgive us.
George was a great guy and family man.
George, if I am not mistaken, was one of our first classmates to pass. The good die young!