Here’s the question: what school did you go to? In Baltimore, it does not mean which college, it means what high school. Instantly you get an idea where the person grew up, and as a bonus, a few hints about his general character.
I’m Class of ‘66 from Patterson. My brother is Patterson ‘64. We are in the vanguard of the Baby Boom. Once the Boomers got to school age the city struggled to build enough schools to hold them all.
The Patterson Clippers moved into a new school in the early ‘60s. My brother’s class was over 500 and mine was in the mid 400s. We celebrated Ring Day with what I think was the most handsome high school ring in the city—the black onyx base with a clipper ship on top.
Where were you when Kennedy was shot? I was sitting in Mrs. Holland’s geography class during last period. Joe Holechek, our student body president, came on the intercom and read a statement. It was a moment none of us will ever forget. Today’s kids remember where they were when the Twin Towers came down.
We had a smoking area for students out by the stadium wall, which today, along with taking swimming in the nude, is totally unbelievable, but it’s true! The cafeteria had real plates and silverware. The school was packed with over 2,000 members of the Teenage Wasteland but it was manageable.
At the end of the school day the bus would pull up in the circle out by Kane Street and we rushed it like it was the last helicopter leaving Vietnam. It was a short but loud ride back to Canton.
by Roland Moskal
Special to the Guide