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Sunday, February 19, 2006

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The Senior Boys Circa 1963

posted by Rob @ 9:29 PM  

47 Comments:

  • At 2/19/2006 10:08 PM , Blogger steve kiv said...

    Thanks, Rob.
    I'm pretty sure that this photo is from 1964. Jackie, Mitch, Laurie and I were there as CITs for that summer. (I think Larry Brown also)
    Look at how many kids were in that group. All we did was play ball and loved every minute of it.

     

  • At 2/20/2006 6:51 AM , Blogger Mitch said...

    Steve...and when we weren't playing softball...we were swimming....Not a bad way to spend those hot summer days.

     

  • At 2/20/2006 9:26 PM , Blogger Rob said...

    Caryn - Send me some pix . i'll post them. Also, I saw your family pix ,,,very nice family. How old is your daugther?

     

  • At 2/20/2006 9:31 PM , Blogger Rob said...

    Who remembers where they were in '69' for the first landing on the moon? I was huddled in the Fleiss's bungalow kitchen watching a 13" black N white TV with rabbit ears wrapped in tin foil. It was great.

    So , whose Mom was making it with the 'Blouse Man'. HA HA ..only kidding

     

  • At 2/20/2006 9:34 PM , Blogger steve kiv said...

    Jackie,
    Of course I remember the All Star game. It was a highlight of summer. No TVs only that lousy radio.
    If we do play softball, I'll play left field. If anything is hit to me that's okay...I'll wait for it to stop rolling and then go pick it up.

     

  • At 2/21/2006 9:00 AM , Blogger augie said...

    Caryn- what's your last name/ I have son turning 8 on the 27th ,it's a trip having one that young

     

  • At 2/21/2006 1:03 PM , Blogger steve kiv said...

    alan pearlman
    hy
    steven madison
    mitch kupfer
    bruce? axelrod
    ?
    jackie silverman
    steve kiviat
    laurie schliefer
    lennie schlieffer
    alan natter
    sid augen
    jeff kay
    arnie lieboff
    greg schwartz
    larry kugler
    ?
    steven bodsner
    roy herbst
    bobby gold

    I think!!!

     

  • At 2/21/2006 2:01 PM , Blogger Bob Hutt said...

    Thank you Steve Kiviat for your phone call this morning directing me to this site. Some of you may remember me as your counselor AKA, Little Bobby (Come Home and Drink Your Milk immediately) Hutt.

    Man was I ever embarrassed when my Mother made that announcement from the General Store. And who will ever forget Sid and his mother, "Foggy" Bess working the luncheonette in the Casino.

    It was my brother Gary whom broke into the back of the pinball machine to give us all free games. I still laugh to this day as Bess when asked for a strawberry ice cream cone would reply, "Strawberry, yes, we don't have any."

    Makowsky's was a special place filled with wonderful memories that will last us all for a lifetime; and I should know, as it appears that I'm up next up (in age) to disappear from the food chain.

    When nobody wanted Stevie Kiviat on their team because he was so small, not to mention a royal pain in the ass, he was always my automatic pick.

    For those of you who played with him, do you remember he held his glove up high near his face at all times, but somehow managed to hone in and catch the softball.

    He caught the ball and his Makowsky's sweetheart, "Minnie Mouse" his fellow camper, AKA Judy. I told Judy to run, did I not? But no, you wouldn't listen! And now you're married to my little turkey for all of eternity.

    Hy Ozer gave me a daily schedule to follow with you guys, yeah right? When we weren't playing softball, we were swimming.

    And when it wasn't softball or swimming, it was time for killer Dodgeball in Milton's sorry excuse for a gym. Is my name still written up there on the gym wall?

    And when Hy told me that you guys had to do some arts & crafts, did I ever listen? Of course not! It was a fast escape back to my bungalow to listen to oldies on my 45's. I guess they weren't really oldies back then but we loved them?

    I still remember Joel Boffshever with his late night "Snipe Hunts" for mythical little creatures that never existed.

    And Hy, just so you think I haven't forgotten, how about teasing me unmercifully about Zeke, AKA Phyllis Ezekewitz, whom I really thought was hot and had a giant crush on.

    Hy would tell my fellow counselors, that if Bobby Hutt ever took Zeke into the bathroom and turned out the lights, that she would come out knowing all of Mickey Mantle's and Willie Mays batting statistics.

    Hy remember, paybacks are a bitch. And you thought I was so quiet and innocent?

    Then as teenagers, every Tuesday night Milton would hire a broken down yellow school bus that would take us all to Ellenville to see a movie. And I must admit that on the bus, we would think of ways to neck with our favorite girl. I wonder what you girls were thinking?

    It was there that I fell in love with that flaming hot redhead, Ann Margaret in Bye-Bye Birdie. And afterwards, we went for Pizza where we had to devour an entire large pie without throwing up.

    Then it was back on the bus to neck with the lights turned out. Somehow, we always managed to return to Makowsky's too early? But there was always next Tuesday?

    But the most touching moment for me personally was when we had "Color War." Hy pitted me against Zeke.

    She was so creative and artistic, and I sucked, so I knew we were a loser as the parade with the floats always decided who won anyway. Our team was the White Egyptians.

    Milton went nuts as we raided his supply shed to get the lumber and paint we needed to make the floats.
    Anyway, Hy arranged for the State Police to come and arrest me in front of all of you.

    As they took me away I was to declare "Color War". I couldn't believe my eyes when some of you started crying when they put the cuffs on me. I felt so bad.

    But leave it to big bad Jackie Silverman to attack the Troopers saying that they would never take us alive. He may have seen one too many James Cagney movies. Only kidding about Jackie, but it makes for a great story?

    And, all of my ex-wives and girlfriends want to publicly thank Marcia Silverman for the kissing lessons she gave me one day at her bungalow while her parents were away.

    Marcia, I think I finally figured it all out as to what you had in mind? It may have taken me 45 years to do so, but who ever said I was slow? And you told me you were teaching me how to kiss for Zeke?

    Jackie, Stevie, Larry, Mitch, Lenny, Laurie, Jeffrey and all the rest... You guys were really special. I was paid $90 to be your counselor for the entire season by that cheapskate, God Rest His Soul, Milton! But he made it all up to me with his special bonus.

    You see he took me for a free ride on the broken down school bus to Kingston at Babcock's for an ice cream soda. Milton came over, that big lovable Teddy Bear and asked, if I was happy with the bonus. You know something, I honestly was. I would have done that job for nothing as you guys were the best.

    And on Labor Day evening, we can all thank Milton for our special sex ed course. Do you remember?

    Along with the Borsh belt entertainment he always hired a stripper as part of the closing night festivities. We had our eyes pressed up against those windows. In retrospect, I think Milton and our parents always knew we watching anyway?

    And finally to my mentor in life who I have not seen nor heard from in many a year, namely, Hy Ozer. Yes, Hy I remember your damn "Shark Bites" pinching my leg.

    And I will always remember one night having Zeke sitting in my lap under the stars near your bungalow when you hollered over to me..."Bobby, pole vault over to my bungalow and get me a banana." Of course, I couldn't get up at the time.

    Thank you all for these very special wonderful memories. Makowsky's was truly better than the movie Dirty Dancing. It was a special place, at a very special time; one that I will never forget. If any of you still want to blame me for how your lives turned out, I can be reached at bobhutt99@aol.com.

     

  • At 2/21/2006 9:21 PM , Blogger Rob said...

    Bobby , Hello it's Rob Shilling
    You've expressed yourself so well. Only a few can truly understand some of your recollections. Even though i was a few links down on the chain I remember them as you described. Your name comes up often when remeniscing. Glad you came by.

     

  • At 2/21/2006 9:33 PM , Blogger Rob said...

    Laurie , You are experiencing the same phenomenon as we have, it's like a memory rush. Glad you are here.

    By the way I see your DAD occasionally, he's amazing.

     

  • At 2/21/2006 10:19 PM , Blogger Mitch said...

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  • At 2/22/2006 11:31 AM , Blogger augie said...

    It's scary how many memories flood back, from 59-69 i lived for the summers. My brother is loving this blog and he never goes on the computer. He is looking to come in from Colorado for reunion with his nephew. Hutt posting and Laurie Schaefer's were priceless. I really need to play kickball. What was better then kicking it over the far fence? Good thing I was an infielder I think I expected Swampthing to come out of Centerfield playing Softball. But how all you guys remember so many names is amazing.

     

  • At 2/22/2006 12:31 PM , Blogger steve kiv said...

    Bernie,
    I'm not sure on this one.
    Could it be Al Rudnick and his family? I'm pretty sure they lived on the colony.

     

  • At 2/22/2006 4:16 PM , Blogger Mitch said...

    Cost of a frozen chocalate banana in 1960....

    35 cents


    Price of a Makowsky's bungalow in 1965 for the summer....

    $500


    Blog comments by Bobby Hutt in 2006

    Priceless

     

  • At 2/22/2006 4:16 PM , Blogger Mitch said...

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  • At 2/22/2006 4:33 PM , Blogger augie said...

    Mitch
    Hershey's Fudgicle in Allergerville General Store a shiney new nickle.
    Mission Soda, I'd take one over Radar's grape nehi anyday.

     

  • At 2/22/2006 4:37 PM , Blogger Bob Hutt said...

    Jodi thank you for remembering my brother Gary Hutt. He was a lifeguard and loved to swim. He saved a man's life in the pool, and his reward was $5 bucks. I guess that was what a life was worth in those days? Seriously, it was no big deal as Gary was happy to do it.

    Bernie, it was not me with my arm around Leslie Talsky, but rather my brother Gary. My co-counselor Alan Bell courted her all summer, but it was Gary who wound up with Leslie as Steve Kiviat can attest to, right you little perve?

    Yes, I loved to pitch and do remember our team. And we did win many games. One day we went to Kutches Countryclub to play a road game. After the game, I remember wandering back and meeting the legendary Red Auerbach who was coaching the Maurice Stokes benefit game. I sat right next to him in the bleachers.

    I still remember what he was wearing. It was a plain gray sweatshirt with a whistle around his neck. There was no NIKE back then, just Keds, PF Flyers and Converse.

    Anyway, I couldn't believe my eyes when Jungle Jim Loscotoff of his world champion Boston Celtics screamed "foul" as he was scrimmaging on the outdoor black top basketball court.

    Auerbach blew his whistle and told Jungle Jim to get his ass over to him. Red turned and then gave me a wink. Jim came over screaming about being fouled. Red said, "Where's the blood?" Jim said there wasn't any.

    With that, Red told him to get his sorry ass back on the court. And before he left, he winked at me again and said, "Rember kid, no blood - no foul." I never did forget as I hacked it up with the best of them.

    Red is now near the end these days but I took the time to write to him earlier this year to thank him for that memorable moment.

    As for Gary, he always thought he knew best. He lived life hard in the fast lane and passed away at the tender age of 36 some 22 years ago.

    My Dad Dave, who by the way, was the last one to play softball without a glove, passed away at the age of 84 following a traffic accident when he blacked out in a diabetic coma.

    He drove his car into a cement pylon at a toll booth rather than hit the car in front of him. He was a true to life John Wayne tough on the outside but a marshmallow on the inside. He too spoke fondly of Makowsky's and remembered Dave Baskin, Shelly and Joyce, Freda & Milton, Seymour Kiviat, Al Markowitz and countless others.

    My Mom, Bea Hutt, is 89 and lives in FL with a nurse. She is well, but has no memory as she suffers from Alzheimer's. I tell her all the time about Makowsky's and her world famous Mah Jong marathons that lasted all day, all night. I remind her about Freda, Joyce, Midge, Carol and some of other old friends. I tell her she's older than God but that I still love her.

    As for me, I have two sons 30 and 25 who are both single and reside in NJ. I have a structured settlement business (financial consulting) and manage a thoroughbred racing stable Fantasy Lane Stable www.fantasylanestable.com for the past 25 years.

    If you want to see what I look like just click on the site at your own risk. I'm all gray, but hopefully, still have a youthful face?

    And you can no longer kick sand in my face as I'm no longer 140 pounds. I now stand 6' 1 1/2" and weigh 200 pounds. See what life's aggravation can really do to you?

    Although, some were younger than me; HELL all of you were younger than me; I do remember your names. Steve has kept me abreast of his conversations. It is so wonderful in this day and age to see that you all do still remember.

    As for my Senior Boys, if I could ever capture a moment in time and keep it forever, it would be those years that I spent with all of you. You were special and we shared an age of innocence that I remember fondly.

    It was a few years later (1966) that I was drafted into the Army during the Viet Nam War. I guess Hy's Color War prepared me for this - NOT!

    I think it would be wonderful if the rest of you wrote how your lives turned out as many of us are interested?

    This site gives me goose bumps remembering all of the fun stuff we did as we came of age. I hope that life has treated you well.

    Rob, if you started this Blog, all I can say is, God Bless You. And yes, I do remember many as well as your parents.

     

  • At 2/22/2006 8:56 PM , Blogger Rob said...

    The night of the Moon landing my Mom was playing Mah Jong . I can hear those tiles clacking right now. Well . I came into the bungalow after the landing and told the women what had happened , my Mom looks up and says "thats nice dear"...Hey MOM if you see this ...only kidding. Ruth is a regular visitor here.

    Who remembers friday night services? Slim Bier pouring wine (grape juice) and singing Sholom Alachem with Hy Ozer. I was dressed in a shirt with a clip-on tie. HA HA

     

  • At 2/23/2006 7:08 AM , Blogger Mitch said...

    Nona...What you said is very true...but, remember we do know the same people...and over the years people do talk....

     

  • At 2/23/2006 11:13 AM , Blogger Mitch said...

    Hi Bobby... So glad to see you are well and planning to attend the reunion. When talking over "old times" your name would always come up with some funny anecdote attached to it. You were without a doubt, the "best" counselor I ever had. You truly were a role model for me. In fact, after Makowskys...I went with a few other Makowskians to Camp Ta-Go-La and worked for Hy Ozer, first as a counselor and later as a Group Leader. I employed some of your old tricks at that camp and certainly got under Hy's skin. He would then call me "Hutt" out of respect for you and I loved it. He never could show his favoritism, but it was apparent to me where he was coming from.

    By the way, regarding Mike Hersh, who I was so sad to hear of his passing...if you remember my hair was longer at the start of the summer and after a few of his pitches to me I developed that "infamous flat top" everyone refers to...man could he "bring it"....of course I've embelleshed this a little bit, but it makes good copy.

    Looking forward to seeing you....July 15th can't get here quick enough.

     

  • At 2/23/2006 12:05 PM , Blogger Bob Hutt said...

    Mitch, Roy and the rest, thank you for your kind words as they are most appreciated.

    Stevie K knows I have a sick sense of humor (i.e. see my post about Stevie's softball and bowling prowness). He will always be my little turkey.

    Hy was one of a kind, a good and decent man whom I have never forgotten. He had a quick wit, loved life, and really cared about all of us. I think counselor or camper we all looked up to him.

    Milton was a big bear, tough on the outside, but a softie in the middle. I still remember him entrusting me to collect the money for the Tuesday night bus ride with Vernon to Ellenville.

    If Vernon was dead or alive none of us would have known anyway as he never spoke. We had to place a mirror under his nose to see if he was still breathing?

    I would make the announcement, collect the money, and then turn it over to Milton at his house.

    Stevie reminded me that my pay for taking care of the bus was free admission to the movie, but I don't really remember that.

    All I know was that it was a labor of love to do it, as was being your counselor.

    I remember my brother having about 150 free games after opening up the back of the pinball machine.

    I think a game was a nickle and that Gary once sat on one and broke the glass if memory serves me correctly?

    As for fishing, my brother loved it. I still recall one very funny incident down at the creek.

    Joel Bofshever, Gary and I all went fishing. Most of the time all that we caught was a cold.

    I followed Joel as he stepped out on the rocks in the middle of the stream.

    Gary wearing hip boots was fishing about 20 yards down stream from the two of us.

    Gary calls over to Bof, "Hey Bof can you stand where you are?" Bof replies, "Yeah."

    Gary takes one step forward and disappears into the deep water.

    Gary bobs up to the surface screaming at Bof, "I thought you said you could stand?" Bof says, "Yeah, I'm standing on the rock."

    We peed in our pants laughing.

     

  • At 2/23/2006 1:06 PM , Blogger steve kiv said...

    Bobby,
    I think that one time I was fishing with you, Boff, Gary and Alan Bell.
    Anyway. Alan Bell caught a tiny fish and when the hook was removed, there was a lot of fish guts on the hook. We all told Alan that this was great bait. He spent the next few hours casting fish guts into any spot he could find. He didn't catch a thing but he was fun to watch. This was at Steep Rocks on the Rondout Creek.
    Man, I thought that this happened yesterday!

     

  • At 2/23/2006 4:51 PM , Blogger LARRY said...

    steve and bob, you so call fishermen, my father they called him Sam "carp" Brown.He was famous
    for catching the biggest carp in the walkilll river. I will never forget the smell of his cooking momaliga, ( cornmeal and vanilla). When i woke up that day i knew he was fishing.I remember when we won a ballgame away, coming back to the colony with our horns beeping.It was as if the yankees won the pennant.Hutt,i did play in a softball league years later, faced many good pitchers, none were as good as you. I would get a great tan in left field when you pitched due to all the k's .

     

  • At 2/23/2006 5:36 PM , Blogger Mitch said...

    Larry... Do you remember the name of our softball team we played on together in Bayside around 1977-78 ? Would you believe that I do remember...It was never as good as those Makowsky teams though....

     

  • At 2/23/2006 6:43 PM , Blogger Rob said...

    What was the legendary fish in the Lake that no one ever caught? There must be 1000s of old hooks sitting on the bottom of that lake. Maybe Jimmy Hoffa too.

     

  • At 2/23/2006 7:03 PM , Blogger Mitch said...

    Rob...I believe it was "Chesty"

     

  • At 2/23/2006 7:16 PM , Blogger steve kiv said...

    In the 60's we didn't want to go fishing because no one wanted to touch a fish if we actually caught one.
    We'll maybe Gary Herbst would help!

     

  • At 2/23/2006 7:28 PM , Blogger LARRY said...

    sure we were the famous Hasbens.it was so nice to know that at 27 we were hasbens.When we get to the makowsky's ballfield in july,i will give all the senior boys ten bucks if they can run around the bases.Jackie, i'll give you $20 if you can make it.....Hutt, $5 per strike.hell,if i can remember how to get over the mountain i'll give myselfe $20...

     

  • At 2/24/2006 8:02 AM , Blogger Bob Hutt said...

    Jackie, thank you for the kind words. I meant what I said that if I could ever capture one moment in time those years would be it for me.

    I remember that before there was Darth Vader, Laurie S. went over to the Dark Side.

    You remember Laurie? One moment we're playing softball and then Milton builds this stupid tennis court.

    The next thing I know is you traded in your bat and glove for a tennis racket. Phooey!

    You were one of the better players on the team and I always asked you to play. But Nooooo! You went over to the Dark Side - Tennis. I could never understand that!

    But your departure gave Stevie K an opportunity to become a five tool player.

    Stevie would come to the Makowsky cow pasture of a ballfield with a hoe, a pick, a shovel, a screwdriver and a pair of tweezers to take the splinters out after one my pitches was launched into orbit landing somewhere in the woods.

    I think we lost an outfielder/camper or two because they disappeared in the woods from my pitching and were eaten by the Cropsey Maniac?

    Maybe that's why Hy left??? We never found their bodies?

    Now see, if we had done the damn arts & crafts none of this would have ever happened? Tell Hy, we'll do the arts & crafts at the reunion. Yeah right!

    I still laugh at my mother's announcement over the PA, "Bobby Hutt come home and drink your milk immediately."

    Now that's funny! Can't wait to see all of you.

     

  • At 2/24/2006 8:14 AM , Blogger Bob Hutt said...

    Jackie, I remember your father bringing up those delicious bagels - the best ever!

     

  • At 2/24/2006 11:08 AM , Blogger steve kiv said...

    Yeah...sure!
    I once got the Arts and Crafts award.......only we didn't do any all summer!!!

     

  • At 2/24/2006 12:35 PM , Blogger Mitch said...

    Steve you are too funny......

     

  • At 2/24/2006 12:48 PM , Blogger Bob Hutt said...

    I have read all of the posts and they're great. But no one mentioned what happened on Friday nights.

    You remember, at 9 PM we would have a lawn party on the hill next to the Casino. Milton had an old time projector with an old classic movie for us to watch against the white building.

    We would sit on blankets or bring lawn chairs over to the hill to watch.

    I wonder if anyone would do that today? Simple times with good friends was truly the best.

     

  • At 2/24/2006 12:56 PM , Blogger Bob Hutt said...

    Stevie any more griping about your Arts & Crafts award and you'll be DQ'd. Let's see if after 43 years, if we DQ you, who we will give it to?

    So many choices??? Nah, it's your award for life. LOL

    Seriously, Stevie what award did you really want to win? Inquiring minds want to know?

    And Larry, my brother Gary was called many names, by many people, but I don't remember that nickname. He did love to fish.

    He went on to graduate from Ohio State and was hoping to become a veterinarian in FL when he passed away.

     

  • At 2/24/2006 1:28 PM , Blogger steve kiv said...

    Bobby:
    A few things:

     

  • At 2/24/2006 1:32 PM , Blogger Mitch said...

    Bobby....I could never forget the Friday night movie...that projector was placed about 10 feet in front of my bungalow (#41) It was the best when the sun would set & the stars came out...and you would snuggle with your best girl

     

  • At 2/24/2006 1:33 PM , Blogger steve kiv said...

    OOOPS!
    Bobby:
    a few things
    1) after all of these years they are still watching movies on the screen by the casino. Michael Markowitz has goon high tech. He shows the movies on the screen using a digital projector.
    2) when we were really young Kup and I spent Saturday morning hunting for deposit bottles so we could put the nickels back into Vince's pinball machines.
    3) after a few years....who saw the movies anyway? We were all there but no one was watching!

     

  • At 2/24/2006 8:49 PM , Blogger Bob Hutt said...

    Other memories...

    Joel Bof and his BB rifle hunting down killer frogs at the lake. They were three feet long I tell you.

    How about Joel's late night Snipe Hunts where we would take paper bags and make believe we caught them scaring the hell out of the girls.

    Then Joel would scream it got loose and run like the dickens. Everyone would run away in fear. Too funny.

     

  • At 2/24/2006 10:26 PM , Blogger Rob said...

    Friday night was also when some of the men would go down to the garbage dump and hunt critters. They knew friday night people were distracted at the movies and it would help drown out the sound of the guns. Crazy but true..

    Barry Blecker also had this passion for shooting frogs with BBs.. He also had 2 sisters...Let's see if you remember...Hint E & J

     

  • At 2/24/2006 10:59 PM , Blogger Bob Hutt said...

    Wasn't Barry attacked by a group of man eating frogs and taken prisoner?

     

  • At 2/24/2006 11:03 PM , Blogger Bob Hutt said...

    And you have to admit that possum stew was better than the Road Kill of the Day. Vernon loved it when we gave it to him on Tuesdays.

    And don't forget about those racoon coats and tails for our bicycles from the garbage dump hunting on Friday night.

    Come to think of it were we at Makowsky's or at Deliverance in Arkansas?

    The only thing safe was the fish which we never caught. Maybe Chesty was a snipe and not a carp. Great name for a stripper.

     

  • At 2/24/2006 11:13 PM , Blogger steve kiv said...

    Those brave white hunters used to shoot out of a car window at the dump. They'd use a bright spotlight and shoot at the eyes of the animal without actually seeing the varmint. I remember that more then once they hit a skunk and had to scram out of their!

     

  • At 2/27/2006 7:22 AM , Blogger Mitch said...

    Bobby....
    I spoke to Phyllis over the weekend....she said "what has Bobby been saying?"

    I said, "You are going to have to go on and see for yourself"

    I hope she does....

     

  • At 2/27/2006 8:05 AM , Blogger Bob Hutt said...

    Mitch, you spoke to Phyliss? Uh oh! And how is David, I mean the Flash?

    Well, Phyliss, you took my love and ran around, and won every color war in town.

    Now I'm back, to let you know, I can really lay em down.

    Do You Love Me?

     

  • At 2/27/2006 2:00 PM , Blogger Mitch said...

    Bob...Yes I spoke to her and she sounds terrific....She said she was going to go on and say hello....Maybe she is cooking up some project (we all know how creative she is)....Flash said he has been very busy...but he'll check the blog out....In any event they both told me they were planning on attending the reunion....Stay tuned

     

  • At 2/28/2006 9:35 PM , Blogger Rob said...

    Hey Sue , all this time I thought Mom was giving you more $ than I because you were younger. I'm blown away ..HA

     

  • At 3/01/2006 6:41 PM , Blogger Bob Hutt said...

    To Phyllis: In case you get on the blog and see this, please know that like Bobby Hutt, you are a legend among us--a remarkable counselor, talented artist, great dancer, and all-around amazing person!

    Beside the fact I couldn't dance very well, was not artistic, and was a one-dimensional person, well maybe two, all I can say is, I echo Judy's sentiment exactly.

    The funny thing is Phyliss you were truly humble and deserving of all the accolades. I wonder how your life turned out? I certainly hope well. Look forward to seeing you.

     

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