Ah, Mr. Dip, I remember this man as being a large round fellow with a whimsical mind and an overall out to lunch demeanor. It's funny how so little a statement can mean so much and bring back so many memories.
He sang in the vocal ensemble with me and I believe he was a base but sounded more like a tenor. I have to ask what happened to this man, but to be honest I'm not sure I want to know.
You look bat at yearbook signatures to remember the past. Well, 1997 has never been so clear to me in the twenty years since I lived that time.
Looking at this signature from my 1994 Middle School Yearbook you'd think I knew this girl well. I believe I knew her for at least six years and still can't put a face to that name.
I can't read these two signatures from my 1994 Middle School Yearbooks. I believe that these are well wishes, but I just can't be sure.
I had a dismal view of myself back in 1994 and this signature from my Middle School year book is an example of that fact. I let a good many things let me down in the years to come.
