Lately, I’ve been thinking of my passing… it is inevitable.

I am not egging it on—just contemplating the potentials and ramifications.

I really am grateful for the life I have lived. Part of my memories go back to the fast times at Hayward High School, especially senior year. Seemed everyone was hanging out with everybody. A lot of late nights, trudging through the suburban hills of the Highlands, wasted and rolling in the dryers of Tanglewood… better was the spa & pool at Tanglewood that we frequented quite a bit.

HHS is a special chapter in my life… a lot of good stories. A lot of good memories. I am grateful for the people and stories that still live in the Hayward halls of Hayward High in me memories.