All right, that was interesting....

[djonn]

Just came out of a brief midmorning doze (hey, it's the Fourth of July) to the sound of an unusually loud and long-lasting jet engine ZOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!! going by somewhere overhead.

Between the doze-daze and the peculiar geography of my apartment (ground floor of a three-story building, surrounding trees in back, neighboring buildings in front), I couldn't get to a window soon enough to see what it might have been, but I am pretty darned curious about what that serious a jet was doing flying over metropolitan Portland this morning. As far as I know, we don't have any airshows going on nearby....

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[djonn]

My ears did not burn, but that's interesting on a couple of counts. There were several other Sunset folk from our generation who ended up at Whitman, but I can only think of two other Whitman-folk from that period in the local extended SF/F community, and I don't know that I recall those two persons knowing each other....

And the poetry thing is fascinating, inasmuch as nearly all my efforts in that direction in recent years have gravitated strongly toward filk lyrics.

[djonn]

Per comment elsewhere, I am now at least partially enlightened -- and I note for the record that there are two other Whitman classmates on my own friendslist (somewhere in the early posts there's a comment about that).

OTOH, if neither of them were Sunset folk, the conversations about Sunset faculty are a trifle puzzling. (I never had Mr. Winegar, I'm pretty sure Bill Pressly's retired, and last I looked -- not that long ago -- Berk Moss was doing curriculum development in the Beaverton district's central office.)

Wedding poem for Janene -- whoa. I have most of my old poetry notebooks around here somewhere, but while I well remember writing that wedding poem, I am not at all sure I could lay hands on a copy.