Now I've read it it's a masterpiece of my favorite genre: the memoir. I once took the photo into a CVS pharmacy to have a copy made they refused to do so because on the back is stamped:īased just on a review of it, I raved about the book pictured on the left before I'd even read it. I had won a ride in a helicopter! Unbelieveable! I remember writing in a postcard to my family that I had a big surprise which I would have to wait to tell them about when I got home. In the picture below, classmate Tom Hoover and I are buckled in for a ride. Some names were drawn and those who belonged to those names were taken up for a helicopter ride. On my Senior trip, we not-quite-thirty classmates put out name in a hat.
(The passenger train, which all year long zoomed through town, actually stopped at Mentone to pick us up one day a year.) At some point a stop at Buffalo, New York, was added, and the students were given a tour of Bell Aircraft. In my day, the Senior class, using money raised through various projects through the years, such as selling candy bars and sodas at ballgames, made a trip to New York City and Washington, D.C.
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