Ballard High School
"Class of 1966"
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September 2025
A New Month, A New Day, A New Chapter, A New Page,
A New Wish, A New Dream, We Will Remember.
Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow, follow. “The Brother’s Four”
“Dreaming through September, just a million lovely things, I always will remember. Happily we bask in this warm September sun, which illuminates all creatures. And then the sun takes a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep, and autumn awakened."
Wishing everyone a joyous month of September’
Take the best of care!!
Our Ballard High School Class of 1966 “60th” class union is coming soon! This reunion will be a great reminder of the journey we have traveled and the battles we have won to see today. Time may have passed but it has not undone the beautiful stories we have gathered throughout our lives.
So, dear classmates, let us navigate through the halls of our shared memories, not with seriousness or sentimentality, but with the spirit of lightheartedness and mischief that defined our high school days. Our reunion committee will be meeting and will soon have a place and time set for September 2026. We will be sending out more personal emails a couple of times through 2026 providing we have your current email address. We will all be looking forward to seeing you again, especially if this turns out to be our last more formal gathering. They say high school is the best time of your life. Well, they clearly haven’t seen us now!
Happy thoughts…
40% of my wife and my conversations go light this:
Me: What?
Wife: I was talking to the dog.
We were all taking turns telling riddles when my daughter-in-law said, “What has ears but can’t hear?”
I was about to answer “corn,” but my granddaughter beat me to the punch, yelling, “Grandma!”
Saving for a new car on a teacher’s salary takes a long time. So in the meantime, I borrowed a beater from a friend. The paint was pealing, and the body was so dented that its dents had dents. And yet, it ran.
One day, I left the school to find a police officer and a woman examining my car. “What’s going on?” I asked.
I saw this woman hit your car,” said the officer. “But I can’t figure out where.”
My job in the aerospace industry is often difficult to explain. Once, when chatting with a few guys, I was asked what I did for a living. Rather than get into the trivial details, I simply replied, “Defense contractor.”
The men nodded knowingly, and then one asked, “So what do you put up mainly? Chain-link?”
A man is standing on the curb, ready to cross the street. As he steps down and starts to cross, a car comes screaming around the corner and heads straight for him. The man picks up speed, but so does the car. The man turns back, but the car changes lanes and keeps coming at him. The man freezes with fear in the middle of the intersection. The car is inches away--then swerves and screeches to a halt.
The driver rolls down the window. Behind the wheel is a squirrel. “See!” it yells. “Not as easy as it looks, is it?”
Three patients go to a psychiatrist for an evaluation. The doctor asks the first, “What’s 3x3?” The patient says, “236.”
The doctor notes this on his pad then asks the second patient, “What’s 3x3?” “Tuesday” he replies.
“And you,” the doctor says to the third patient. “What’s 3x3?” “Nine! He shouts. “Yes! How did you arrive at that answer?” “Easy, 236 divided by Tuesday equals 9.”
What do you call a person without a body or a nose?
Nobody Knows.
Today I am putting myself first. If that’s OK with you.
The coach of a college football team walked into the locker room before a game and said to his star player,
“Listen, buddy, I’m not supposed to let you play because you failed your last math test. However, I need you out there for this game. So, I’ll ask you a math question, and if you get it right, you can play.”
“OK,” says the player, “go ahead, coach.”
“Right, now you’ll need to think hard,” says the coach. “What is five multiplied by five?”
The player thought momentarily and then said, “Coach, I’m not sure, but I think it’s 25.”
“25!” exclaimed the coach, excited.
“Oh, come on, coach,” the other players all immediately shouted in unison. “Give him another chance!”
The Mafia was looking for a new man to make weekly collections from all the private businesses subject to their protection racket.
As they were feeling the heat from the Police, they decided to use someone deaf for the job. If someone deaf gets caught, they figured he wouldn’t be able to communicate easily with the Police.
In his first week on the job, the deaf debt collector picks up over $50,000. That’s a lot of money, he thinks, and the deaf debt collector’s greed gets the better of him. He decides to keep the money, and he stashes it in a safe place. However, it’s not long before the Mafia realizes that the collection is late and they send out a couple of heavies to look for the deaf debt collector.
They soon find him and ask the deaf debt collector what he’s done with the money. The problem is that the deaf debt collector can’t communicate with them either, so the Mafia heavies drag him off to an interpreter.
They get to a sign language interpreter and the leading Mafioso then says, “I want ya to ask him where da money is.” So the interpreter signs, “Where’s the money?”
The deaf debt collector tries to bluff his way out of his dilemma by saying, “I don’t know what they’re talking about.”
The interpreter looks at the Mafioso and says, “He’s saying he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.”
The Mafioso reaches into his coat and pulls out a .44 Remington Magnum handgun, which he points at the forehead of the deaf debt collector, and with real menace in his voice, he says to the interpreter, “Ask him where da money is, and tell him I won’t be askin again.”
So the interpreter immediately signs, “Where’s the money? He says he won’t ask again, and I think he’s serious.”
At this point, the deaf debt collector’s nerve goes, and he signs, “The $50,000 is in Central Park, hidden in the third tree stump on the left by the gate near 72nd Street on Central Park West, and close to Strawberry Fields.”
The interpreter looks at the Mafioso and says, “He says he still doesn’t know what you’re talking about, he thinks you’re an idiot, and he doesn’t think you’ve got the courage to pull the trigger!”
Yesterday, I was persuaded to run in a marathon for charity. I didn’t want to do it at first, but they told me it’s for blind and disabled kids, so I thought I’d have a decent chance of winning.
What can you hold without ever touching it?
A conversation.
Why can’t your nose be 12 inches long?
Because then it would be a foot.
I stopped drinking once I found out I could achieve that same sensation by getting up out of a chair really fast.
Have an awesome day and know that someone has thought
about you today. You make the world a better place just by
being in it.
Live life for today.
Look for a single moment of joy each day.
Pray for tomorrow.
Cherish your blessings.
And visit with your precious memories often.
Thank you for visiting.
Your Ballard High School Class of 1966 Reunion Committee.