High school graduation, June 23, 1967. We're standing in front of the 8940 Cypress house. It looks so much brighter and a much nicer place to live than how dreary it looks now with the bars on the windows and the wall/fence around the outside of the yard. Later that night, Ann would go with Mike to Grad Night at Disneyland. I took one of Ann's friends.
Just a few weeks earlier, Miss Fouch, our history teacher, was shocked to find out that neither Mike nor I had done anything about getting into college. We had been among her best students (I usually got the highest grade in current events because I read Time magazine and the daily LA Times newspaper regularly). She had marched us both down to the counselors office. Unfortunately, since it was so late in the process, we were only able to consider junior college in the fall; but for us that was enough to begin with. We were just thrilled that we were going to college, something that was a rarity in either of our families. Mike even recalls that neither of his parents seemed particularly enthusiastic about his announcement that he was going to college the night at the dinner table when he told them.
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