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    • CommentAuthorPonytail
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    Well, isn't this cool. Life just gets better and better. Marge, can you fix us a fireplace and a snack bar here? I swear, I'm getting more enjoyment out of this website than I've managed to get from anything else on the computer.
    • CommentAuthorBeBop
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    Wow. You're right. We're in the big time now. I guess there's no chance we could make this a girls only chat room and keep that bunch of delinquents out, is there?
    • CommentAuthorCrewcut
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    Hey!! We were not delinquents. We just had a lot of fun. We were fine upstanding citizens. We didn't have any rings in our noses.
    • CommentAuthorBeBop
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    Oh, right. Down there tormenting poor helpless Lynette, who was just innocently trying to take a little nap on a hot Summer afternoon.
    • CommentAuthorCrewcut
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    Oh, don't hand me that. You know very well she loved every minute of it. What good does it do a girl to be beautiful if nobody pays any attention to her? If we would have all ignored her, she would have been looking in the mirror asking what was the matter with her. Instead, she knew we all had the hots for her because we spent good money on that airplane, spent all that time learning how to fly it, and then gave up a whole Summer afternoon to come down and play with her. All that screaming and shaking her fist at the sky was just an act. Down deep inside she was thinking, Gee, they love me.
    • CommentAuthorBeBop
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    Hmmm. Now, let's see. Where have I heard this before? Oh, now I remember. It was some line about how stealing some poor old man's watermelon was really doing him a favor because he could feel his whole Summer's work would be worth it when a bunch of delinquents had something to eat in the middle of the night. Now, c'mon, be honest. Do you guys actually believe this, or is it some foolishness you hand us girls to see how dumb we are?
    • CommentAuthorPonytail
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    It's interesting to wonder what might have happened if you had just walked into the yard, sat down on the grass next to her chaise lounge and said, "God, you sure look good in that swimsuit."
    • CommentAuthorCrewcut
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    Oh, sure. That would have been smooth. And after she threw her book at us, she would have told every girl she knew what dorks we were, and we would have been laughed out of town. I can see it now, having to transfer to Neville Island.
    • CommentAuthorBeBop
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    So did any of these escapades of yours ever backfire? Did you ever really get in trouble or have something really go wrong?
    • CommentAuthorLugnut
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    Hey, gang, this is great. Passwords, time of posting, all the trimmings.

    Well, anyway, we did get picked up a few times over on the island in the middle of the night. My Dad was particularly irate one time when he had to get out of bed and come over and get me. The second time it happened, he told the police to just lock me up and he'd be over when he had time. He got there about 10 the next morning. He reminded me of that pretty often for the next 30 years.
    • CommentAuthorCrewcut
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    We never got in trouble with the police but we had one close call. We were sleeping out in a couple of tents in my backyard. One of our older brothers or fathers or somebody who worked as a security officer in one of the mills brought home an old spotlight when they got a new one. The old one was still pretty impressive. So we had it out there around midnight shining it around. That thing had the most powerful beam on it any of us had ever seen. We'd shine it way down the hill on a few church steeples, way up in the trees, all around. Well, you remember how the planes used to fly low coming in toward the airport. So every so often one would come over. We shone the light up at the bottom of the plane. It actually reached up that high. We were amazed. Well, most of us got in our tents and in our sleeping bags and got ready to go to sleep. But one of us was still out there fiddling with the spotlight. The next plane that he saw way out over the river heading this way, he aimed the light at it and sort of absentmindedly started pushing the on off button. Short, short, short, long, long, long, short, short, short, long, long, long and so on. Well, of course, if we'd been thinking real clear, we'd have remembered from Boy Scouts that was the morse code signal for S.O.S., emergency. As the plane approached the hill, all of a sudden its lights swung down on Neely Heights. I mean, it was like daylight. Those lights were incredible. Dogs started barking. Well, the plane flew on over and disappeared, but it scared us, so we all got in our tents, and one of us happened to think maybe we ought to get rid of that spotlight, so he took it and ran over and put it way in the back of the garage and put some boxes over it. So we all got in our tents and started drifting off to sleep. Maybe 10 minutes went by. Then we realized there were lights flashing down the street. We lay inside our tents looking out. The police were coming real slow up the street shining their lights all around. Their lights flashed across our tents and one of the officers --- it wasn't Whitey, but I don't remember who it was --- walked down our driveway and knelt down in front of our tents. He wanted to know if we knew anything about anyone sending an emergency signal not too long ago. We all did our best to look real sleepy and shook our heads. We hadn't heard or seen anything like that. One of us --- a fine upstanding citizen he was, too --- pulled out his tiny little flashlight and handed it to the officer and said that was all we had. The officer turned it on and shone it around once or twice and handed it back. Obviously that little light couldn't have sent much of a signal. Well, he said, you guys mind your own business and go back to sleep. And he left. You better believe we stayed in those tents the rest of the night. If I told you who the guys were camped out in that yard that night you'd be pretty grossed out. But that was our closest call.
    • CommentAuthorBeBop
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    Delinquents. I went to school with delinquents. Even the good guys were delinquents.
    • CommentAuthorynottony
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    I will be so good to see all of the class again next year. I hope everyone understands the signicance of 50 years and plans to attend.
    • CommentAuthorynottony
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    Me and a bunch of buddies tried, and I repeat tried, to burn a "C" in Moon's football field the night before the big game. Caught by the police and we were not allowed to attend the game. Some of us got a commuted sentence though. All's well that ends well and besides, we won the game.
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    Changing the subject, does anyone remember Riddle's? I thought that was the best restaurant in town.
    • CommentAuthorPonytail
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    I do. I loved going there. Not that I got to do it very often. But in my family, when we had birthdays, we would go to Riddle's. That was where I learned how to behave in a real restaurant.
    • CommentAuthorBlondie
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    I do, too. I got taken there by a few guys on special occasions. It made a big impression on me.
    • CommentAuthorBeBop
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    Who were these guys you were going out with? I got taken to Hawkins Drive In and over to the EatnPark in Bellevue.
    • CommentAuthorPonytail
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    I got taken down to 4th Avenue for Pizza.
    • CommentAuthorDago
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    I just got taken for a ride. And I was the one driving.
    • CommentAuthorBeBop
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    You should have been taken out and beat. You were a delinquent.
    • CommentAuthorDago
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    I'm betting your initials were L.M. back in high school. You're sounding an awful lot like her. Male Abuse. That's what we had to put up with. Every day. Innocent teenage males being abused by out of control uppity women. It's a wonder we didn't all grow up warped or something.
    • CommentAuthorBeBop
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    You DID grow up warped. You were ALREADY warped. Stealing watermelons, air bombing helpless girls, interfering with air traffic, filling nice old men's tires with water, torturing cats, and racing up and down Neville Island in the middle of the night. It's not possible to get any more warped than that.
    • CommentAuthorDago
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    You're going to be grossed out if you find out I was your prom date, aren't you?
    • CommentAuthorPonytail
    • CommentTimeAug 28th 2009
     
    You can dance at reunion. Getting back to food, MY favorite place in town was Isaly's. In my life, two things I have never found anywhere else makes like Isaly's did : ice cream and chipped ham. I'd give anything for a package of Isaly's chipped ham. And those cones and milkshakes. MMMMMMMM. I can STILL taste them. None of these places today can match Isaly's.
    • CommentAuthorynottony
    • CommentTimeAug 29th 2009
     
    I remember the national resturant and there french fries with gravy on them. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
    • CommentAuthorBeBop
    • CommentTimeAug 29th 2009
     
    Oh, Yes! I LOVED the National. They weren't as good as Riddle's but we went there more often. Seems like they were a lot less expensive.
    • CommentAuthorPonytail
    • CommentTimeAug 29th 2009
     
    Corey :

    Need some help. Natalie says she's having trouble signing in to this new section. She emailed me and said she registered with her user name and password and you approved her but now when she goes back it tells her the information is incorrect. What's happening?

    Thanks
    • CommentAuthorCorey
    • CommentTimeAug 29th 2009
     
    Ponytail :

    Tell her to be very careful of case and space. The computer program reads these specifically. If you register as Natalie with a capital, then go back and sign in as natalie with a lower case N, it won't accept it. With one word like Natalie it isn't an issue, but like with you or Bebop, if you register as one word, then go back and try to sign in as Pony Tail or Be Bop, with that space in there, it won't accept it. But her password could be an issue here. If she registered with, say, FifthAvenue with no space, then tried to sign in as Fifth Avenue with that space, it will reject her. So you have four potential problems : case and space in the user name, and case and space in the password. I've checked her registration and everything seems to be fine so that has to be the problem. If she tries these and still has a problem, let me know and we'll get busy.

    Corey
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    Corey :

    So how is it you know all this stuff? Where exactly does one learn how to set up a website?
    • CommentAuthorCorey
    • CommentTimeAug 29th 2009
     
    Saddleshoes :

    You take classes. You could take them at Robert Morris or Allegheny County Community College, or at Pitt or Duquesne. You have to learn HTML Code, which is just like learning Latin or French. It's a language. Then you have to specialize in one of the shells. I got certified in Dreamweaver, because it's the most powerful and state of the art. But there are others easier to learn, like Front Page.

    Now, this is for setting up major websites. If you just wanted to set up a little one, with maybe six photos and one or two pages, you could just go to one of the existing sites that have templates already set up and you just pick and choose your colors, layout, type size and other details. But you wouldn't have message boards and links and all the bells and whistles.

    The message boards are the the most difficult to program and manage. They're so fluid. You really need HTML and one of the major shells if you want to include a message board.

    There are official certificiations. I passed my tests so I'm a Certified Dreamweaver Webmaster. But that's only important if you want to apply for a job. Just to do your own personal site, you can just take a couple of courses and start working on it.
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    So do a lot of people know how to do this?
    • CommentAuthorCorey
    • CommentTimeAug 29th 2009
     
    In our class, there's me and Danny and I think Bill, and possibly Janet. In the whole country, about 90% of the people who are actually certified are 30 or younger.
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    So all of you make a living doing this?
    • CommentAuthorCorey
    • CommentTimeAug 29th 2009
     
    No. I do. Janet has a photography website she runs on the side. Bill runs websites to promote his businesses. Danny teaches classes in this at the University and runs two commercial websites.
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    So you make a full time living running websites?
    • CommentAuthorCorey
    • CommentTimeAug 29th 2009
     
    No. I just set them up, then turn them over to people. Suppose you started an antique store and you wanted a website. You would hire me to design the site. We'd keep revising it until we got it the way you wanted it. Then I'd set it up, mount it on the internet, and then you would run it yourself.

    In effect, Danny set this one up during the Summer, then he went back to school, and now I'm running it for the committee.
    • CommentAuthorNatalie
    • CommentTimeAug 29th 2009
     
    Made it!!! Thank You !!! I'm still a bumbling idiot doing anything on a computer. Too much attention to detail. I'm not good with details. But I think I have this figured out. Finally.

    Hey, this is nice. Wonder how many other classes have a website with their own discussion board? Why exactly would anyone need to go back to Classmates.com?
    • CommentAuthorCrewcut
    • CommentTimeAug 29th 2009
     
    You people get up too early in the morning for me. It's Saturday, for Cryin Out Loud. But I sure agree on the food posts. Riddle's, Isaly's, The National. Who was it wanted to get in a Time Machine and go back? I agree. Let's go. One more weekend of eating in those places. And then drive down to Hawkins' Drive In. I'll tell you what : Life Was Good.
    • CommentAuthorPonytail
    • CommentTimeAug 31st 2009
     
    Remember going to one of the drugstores and ordering a "mixed drink" ? We could get a Cherry Coke, Lime Coke, Cherry Phosphate, Chocolate Coke or Cherry Root Beer? Or we could just order a Root Beer Float with a scoop of vanilla ice cream in it. And then sit there on the rotating stools and sip it through a straw. Them Was The Days.
    • CommentAuthorBeBop
    • CommentTimeAug 31st 2009
     
    Remember the old red Coke machines? You put a dime in and turned that grey lever around to the right and the bottle came out at the bottom. Little bottles sort of hour glass shaped.
    • CommentAuthorDago
    • CommentTimeAug 31st 2009
     
    I used to love going to other homes and sampling their food. We were Italian, so I liked going to the German, Greek, Polish, Hungarian, Black and Jewish homes. Mrs. Bliwas made something called Blintzes. I can still taste them. Mrs. Ostepochanka made that Baklava. Geez, that was good. Mrs. Reinhardt and Mrs. Omlor made those Anice cookies. Hmmm. All over town. It was all good.
    • CommentAuthorLugnut
    • CommentTimeAug 31st 2009
     
    Especially at Christmas. Everywhere you went there were trays of homemade cookies and bowls of homemade candy. I think all our mothers would have died of embarassment if they'd had to buy something at the bakery. They liked to show off their own cooking.
    • CommentAuthorBlondie
    • CommentTimeAug 31st 2009
     
    If they fed kids that much today it would be child abuse. The kids would all be fat. But they had to feed us to keep us going. We walked all over town. To school and back four times a day, to the Y, uptown, to our friends houses, to the movie, all the time walking. It would have been interesting to have worn pedometers and measured just how far a day most of us walked. It had to be at least five miles, because we put in four miles just back and forth to school. It was probably eight or nine miles. Every day. For 13 years.
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    My granddaughter whines when she has to walk out to get the mail.
    • CommentAuthorCrewcut
    • CommentTimeAug 31st 2009
     
    And all us other kids liked to come down and taste that good Italian food. Especially Mrs. Nolfi's. But you know who else always had good food : Coach Milanovich. They were Serbian. We got stuff at his place I can't pronounce or spell and never had anywhere else. Of course he lived down in Hopewell, on Kane Road, so we didn't get to visit there very often.
    • CommentAuthorDago
    • CommentTimeAug 31st 2009
     
    The thing I remember about visiting Coach Milo was his daughter. Geez was she drop dead gorgeous. We had some awfully good looking girls in Coraopolis in our class but I don't think any of our girls could touch her. And she was blonde! I never did figure out how she got to be blonde. First I thought it must be bleached, but it wasn't. She was a natural blonde. Lynette and Honey were pretty breathtaking but Milo's daughter was prettier. It's a good thing he lived so far out of town or I would have been in trouble with him all the time.
    • CommentAuthorLugnut
    • CommentTimeAug 31st 2009
     
    That's for sure. I made as about as big a fool out of myself with her as I've ever made with any girl. I was helping him at the end of school in 10th grade haul some stuff back home for the Summer. We drove out to his place and I was carrying this load of books and stuff and she walked out of the front door. It was the first time I'd ever seen her and so I promptly fell up the steps and spilled everything all over the place. So there I lay on the steps with books and everything all around me looking up at her. And he introduced me. And she looked down at me with this smile that said, sure, here's a dime call me when you get your act together. And I don't remember what I said but I know it was something stupid, like maybe Hi. I play football. So then two months later in August she was at practice one day and I came out from under the stadium and said Hi Remember Me? And she said Oh, Sure. You're The Guy Has A Hard Time With Steps.
    • CommentAuthorHot Rod
    • CommentTimeAug 31st 2009
     
    There were several girls down there on Kane Road who were really hot. There was Peggy Sloppy, Bobby Zubasic, Linda Tutwiler and Milo's daughter. Man. So many fine girls, so little time.
    • CommentAuthorBeBop
    • CommentTimeAug 31st 2009
     
    Yea, Right. You guys had all you could handle right here in Coraopolis and you had enough trouble taking care of us, let alone worrying about the girls all over Western Pennsylvania.