WASHINGTON HIGH SCHOOL TWO RIVERS WI CLASS OF 1989

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

BRAD STROUF

My first memories of Brad are from 6th grade - before he even went to school with us. I believe Brad went to another school, then join us at Clarke for 7th grade.

In 6th grade, I used to walk home with Greg Flemal. Greg was one of my few calm, non-rowdy friends. So there wasn't much troublemaking going on. He didn't have it in him. I lived about two blocks from school. He and I were walking west down 45th street, on the way to my house. Up in front of us was a kid who looked to be about our age. I think we laughed and poked fun at him a bit, as kids do. We thought he was out of earshot. But he did turn back at one point. I believe I then shouted, "What are you looking at?" He sheepishly ignored us and kept going. Of course THEN we poured it on thick. I don't recall what was all said. But a few houses later, he turned to the right and walked up on the grass.

Who was this kid? It was Brad Strouf. And he lived in my neighborhood! He was literally across the street, two houses down from me. I'd lived there for over two years, and had no clue that a kid my age was living there. I'd never seen him before. I don't think anyone had.

Well, Brad's mom happened to be outside, on the front porch. And she saw that we were giving her son a hard time. She lit into us big time. Greg wasn't the confrontational type. He said nothing. But I wasn't about to take any shit from this woman. She actually had the gaul to tell me that I wasn't allowed to walk on her side of the street anymore. AS IF! Truth be told, I had usually crossed the street by that time. But from that day forward, I made a point to always walk in front of her house before crossing. The two of us screamed back and forth at each other for awhile, as I kept walking towards my home. For the life of me, I don't remember what she all said. But I do know that she said something which I deemed to be threatening. So when I got home, I decided to call the cops on her.

Note to any who may be reading this. If you're a troublemaker, have a bad reputation, and have had lots of police involvement in your life, never call the police on something as petty as this.

It was quite common to see a police officer in front of my home. This time, I called them. The cop took my story, then walked over to the Strouf's home. Awhile later, the cop came back. By this time, my mom had come home from work. The cop chewed me out. Mrs. Strouf told him that I had made some sort of references to oral sex when I was talking to Brad. THIS WAS NOT TRUE! I never said anything like that! It was quite embarrassing to have him say this stuff in front of my mom. Then to top it off, the cop says that he's known Mrs. Strouf for a long time, and that she doesn't think she would ever say anything threatening to me.

Great. I call the cops. And I get in trouble. Needless to say, I was very, VERY pissed off at this situation. My anger was directed towards Mrs. Strouf. I walked by her home everyday, even though Greg wimped out and walked on the other side of the street. She would watch and glare at me. But I wasn't satisfied. I wanted to do something to get back at her. But what?

What I did next become a small, underground legend. One night, I went outside with a newspaper, spread a few pages out, and took a dump on it. I then carried it (wrapped in the paper) over to the Strouf's house, unfolded it, and plopped the offending blackness onto their front porch. To be even more disgusting, I used the newspaper to flatten it and spread it around. When I was satisfied that I'd made an effective statement, I went home.

After school the next day, my phone rang. It was Mrs. Strouf. She was quiet and reserved, in addition to very apologetic. She said things like, "I don't like this. We're neighbors. We should be friends..." She never once accused me of doing anything. But clearly, she knew. I wasn't exactly kind to her on the phone. I just had short, biting answers. I was in a defensive mode. But she said her peace. When I hung up, I proudly said to myself, "I won!"

A few weeks later, I somehow found myself locked out of my house. I had to wait until my mom came home from work. At one point, I decided to climb a tree in my neighbor's yard. The tree actually was growing over our garage. So I had a clear view of the driveway when Brad, his little sister, and some older kid came around. Brad had brought a friend to come beat me up or something. They wandered around the backyard, and peered into the garage (a clubhouse-type hangout). Brad wanted to try to get into the garage. But his sister warned him that she would tell their mom if he did. I was in plain sight the whole time. All any of them had to do was make one glance up. But defeated, they went home.

My next memory of Brad is from 7th or 8th grade. He apparently had said something to Scott Stephens that pissed him off. And Scott attacked him after school. Scott wanted to fight. Brad refused. Scott fought anyway. I distinctly remember Scott on top of Brad, repeatedly ramming his face into the ground.

In 8th grade, Brad was friends with Mike Zeman - an odd pairing, if you ask me. The two of them sat near us during lunch. And they would make an incredible mess every single day - crumbs, wrappers, bags... Mike lived a long way away. But I remember at least once, Mike and Brad walking to school together. Did Mike walk all that way? Or was he dropped off? Who knows.

I got to know Brad a bit in junior year. We shared Ms. Sapa's creative writing class. I found Brad to be quite nice actually. He was good-natured, and was always having fun. We got along pretty good. We even talked about the incidents from years earlier. He held no grudges. He said he didn't remember the incident involving the older kid that he'd brought over years earlier.

I believe Brad hung around with Mark Ciha in our later highschool days. Brad also gave me a ride home on several occasions. He had this little blue car. (A Chevette?)

Chris Staudinger allegedly told Scott Jaklin that he stumbled upon Brad, almost stepping on him, while Brad was having sex with someone on the beach - I believe in some trees or shrubs. According to Chris, they never even knew he was there. I don't know this for sure. But the girl may have possibly been fellow graduate Kelly Siudzinski. Obviously I don't know if any of this is true.

During our junior year, whenever Richard and I stopped at Mr. Donut in Manitowoc, we would always save one donut for Brad. We made a habit of dropping the box off on his front porch at the end of the night. (It sure beats a turd). I believe Brad told us that he sometimes ate it.

I believe sometime in our junior year, "The Lost Boys" was playing at the Mikadow in Manitowoc. This is odd, since the movie's release was the summer of 1987. But nonetheless, it was playing. Anyway, I was with Dave Svatek and Richard Wheeler. I happened to have some rosary beads on me. Dave's sister Kelly had given it to me for some reason. So I started wearing it. Not being catholic, I didn't understand the ramifications of wearing such a thing around my neck. Dave eventually explained to me why it was that I got so many dirty looks when I'd wear it in public. Of course I wore it even more then. Anyway, I was wearing them while we stood in line for tickets. The place was packed. Brad Strouf and some of his friends were behind us in line. He saw the beads and asked why I was wearing them. He looked slightly irritated, but didn't act too offended. I don't recall what my answer was. Something tells me Chris Staudinger was there too. I seem to recall him sitting right behind me in the theater.

I ran into Brad a few times at the video store. He was always nice and friendly. I actually ran into his mother many times over the years. When she first found out that I was working at the video store, she warned my boss about me. My boss said that he took more of a "Don't tell me how to run my business" approach. Although he just laughed it off in front of her. But believe it or not, Mrs. Strouf and I ended up getting along quite well with one another. She came to realize that I had grown up, and had grown out of that asshole mode from my childhood.

Brad became a police officer. Rumor has it that he actually pulled his mother over for speeding. I'm sure she got off with a warning.

The last I'd heard, Brad had married and had two kids. Unfortunately they divorced. I believe he's now living in the Green Bay area.

UPDATE - 2/9/06 - Brad has confirmed that the alleged incident with Kelly Siudzinski never happened. Damn you Dave Svatek for telling me that! The non-event actually took place at a time when Brad was devoted to class of 1987's Kim Kohls. In fact, the "girl on the beach" appears to in fact be Kim. Speaking of Kim, I witnessed a little tiff she and had Brad outside the community house one night. I asked Brad about it the next day, in Sapa's class. But he wasn't in the mood to discuss it.

UPDATE - 2/15/06 - Brad has provided a two-year-old photo of himself, in uniform. Save for the moustache (which apparently has since been shaved) he looks exactly the same. Thank you Brad.



UPDATE - 8/10/06 - Brad has provided a new photo of himself. I believe it was taken earlier today. This is Brad with three days of scruff, after having a few days off from work.



UPDATE - 2/1/08 - A not-so-scruffy-looking Brad got cleaned up from the time the last photo was taken, and went and got married in Antigua. The evidence is below.









40 Comments:

At Thu Jan 19, 03:08:00 PM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

Well, this was interesting, to say the least...I have to hand you credit Burt, most of this is accurate.

I won't try to discredit most of your recollections, although for the record, I never pulled my mother over for speeding or any other traffic violation.

I did find you to be an interesting kid, and now you have obviously become succesful as an adult if your vocabulary and ability to story-tell is any indicator.

I am somewhat flattered that you would choose to include me in your collection of characters, and I have to say that I tended to agree with your opinions of the others more than not.

Well done, I enjoyed it.

Brad

 
At Thu Jan 19, 03:44:00 PM PST, Blogger TWORIVERSWALRUS said...

Well, well, another fellow alumni pops by.

So I was wrong about pulling your mom over, huh? That was something that my boss at T&R video had told me. I guess he was wrong.

Nice to see you chime in. Feel free to comment anywhere else. I welcome them.

Thanks for stopping by!

 
At Mon Jan 23, 03:20:00 PM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

...as far as the enforcement issue is concerned, someone probably should pull that little woman over for something, her driving is not improving with age...one other item, the sex scandal was also flattering, but for the record I never actually slept with any of the women in the class of '89...so, if the story is true (I don't actually remember it...), it wasn't with the young lady mentioned.

I often wondered what happened to Richard Wheeler...kinda picture a mad scientist thing going on...

Thanks again for the memories and smiles.

 
At Tue Jan 24, 08:14:00 AM PST, Blogger TWORIVERSWALRUS said...

It's interesting that you mention that. Because I have a little more to say about it when I get to writing about Nick Novachek. Look for it!

And again, feel free to drop a comment anywhere. How about in my post about Lee Jacquart? I kind of trashed him a bit. But wasn't he a friend of yours back then? Tell me I'm wrong! or better yet, tell me I'm right!

 
At Tue Jan 24, 12:31:00 PM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

I was actually friends with Lee, although he and Ross Remiker were much better friends than Lee and I were. I played rec-league basketball with him a couple years as I recall...sorta two "pint-sized bugs" if you will...

Trashed...? I suppose, but this is your show, you can say what you want, if someone is easily offended then there are plenty of other uses for their computer...

Unitl I find more to comment on, carry on.

 
At Thu Jan 26, 12:26:00 PM PST, Blogger TWORIVERSWALRUS said...

Carry on I will. Speaking of Ross, I've been scanning my brain to come up with stuff to write about him. But I don't have a whole lot of material. I do have a few things though. Expect a report before long.

 
At Sat Jan 28, 04:57:00 PM PST, Blogger the_meff said...

Brad, if I'm not mistaken, has the distinction of being one of the FIRST friends I ever had in my public school career. He and Troy Rezachek. We all shared the same kindergarten room. I think Brad and Troy had some history prior to me but, in any case, we hung out a bit. I have a photo of a 6 or 7 year old birthday party and both of 'em are there, to be sure.

Catch me if I'm wrong, but Brad kinda' disappeared after 1st or 2nd grade from Magee... That happened a lot. You'd hook up with someone one year, they'd vanish over the summer, and then the next year you'd glance around for them and nobody knew anything and you'd just move on. Very X-Files...

Anyway, Brad seemed to reappear in our L.B. Clarke days and he hooked up with Mike Zeman, as was stated. Richard and I shared a table with them at lunch on occasion.

What a trip.

Those guys were pure cyanide together, I swear. I recall a few lunches where they were just simply out of fuckin' control... like bonkers, ADHD, "pass the fuckin' ritalin" out of control...

Richard, I remember, had ZERO patience for these two. I kinda' sat back and found them amusing.

Terrifying, but amusing.

Anyway, the last I really knew of Brad was during the Scott Stevens incidents, only because I walked home with Scott almost every day in 7th and 8th grade. And every day I got to hear from Scott how he intended to demolish Brad.

I don't think Scott even remembered what he was going to demolish him about, but damn the torpedos, he was gonna' do it.

I pretty much kept my mouth shut. To be honest, I was just waiting to watch a good fight. I think I offered my services to Scott to be his corner man, like Mickey in Rocky or something.

Anyway, it's awesome that Brad has turned up 'round here. His comments have so far been amusing and informative. Keep it up brother!

 
At Sun Jan 29, 03:04:00 PM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

The Meff remembers ! Meff had me convinced that the house he lived in was haunted, true story. I was probably seven years old and he scared the hell out of me, I never went back to his house again...

Tis true I disappeared for a few years back then. Second grade found me at St Johns parochial school...this is where I found out that "parochial" actually means "sheltered." I was brought back into society as a seventh grader at LB Clarke.

Scott Stephens...yes, I remember. In order to claim my spot as a "badass" amongst all these new classmates, I decided I would "fight" Scott Stephens. So, I challenged him...dumb move.

By the end of the day, I realized that I didn't want to fight Scott Stephens since I held no malice towards him and saw no point in getting bloody for no reason....Scott didn't see it that way.

I figured I'd show up and explain the logic of not fighting with him and we could go our own ways. He figured he'd kick my ass, which he did.

We became good friends after this and I were to see him today, we could probably laugh about this.

Mike Zeman, yeah. Well, he had access to a motorcycle and fireworks. So, we became friends. It didn't last long, he was destined to get into trouble, big trouble...and it was apparent even to me at that young age.

High School found me associating with all sorts of different sects. I'm still glad to this day that I gave myself a chance to share experiences with different cliques, maybe it made me a more well rounded person...maybe.

Thank you Meff for the warm welcome, I will continue to offer the little bits I can.

 
At Sun Jan 29, 09:16:00 PM PST, Blogger the_meff said...

Damn!

This is why I could never keep any friends back then! I was busy convincing them of the basement poltergeist!

Sorry dude!

 
At Thu Feb 02, 09:32:00 PM PST, Blogger Greg Pagel said...

I just remembered a Brad thing. Me & Brad and Sheila Zach met before school on the first day of Kindergarten. We were in a carpool together. Oh shit -- so was Larry! I just remered that too.

I think we actually carpooled for several years. Do you remember anything about that? I think this was all pre-porch-poop era.

 
At Thu Feb 02, 11:46:00 PM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

Wasn't Pookie part of that car-pool too? God, that's going way, way back. You might have just set a "blog" record for the earliest memory, Greg.

 
At Fri Feb 03, 02:35:00 PM PST, Blogger SonnyKidd said...

I have a college story of Bradley, should I share Cheese?

 
At Sat Feb 04, 07:00:00 AM PST, Blogger moptopjen said...

I found a bunch of references to Brad in my entries from Miss Sapa's class (and I hv been spelling her name with a Z in error).

A quote of Miss S. "Brad, sit."
Also to Brad: "quit wandering".
I think I do recall that Brad was always walking around the class.

And then another entry refers to a dream I had in which Brad was playing Candyland."

Anyhow - brad - u were a good duy. Sounds like ya still are. Cheers.
?

 
At Sat Feb 04, 07:05:00 AM PST, Blogger moptopjen said...

A good guy, I mean.

Anyone remembering me being impatient? Well - I am. So much so that proper typing & decent grammar is no longer part of my life.

Found one more cool ref to Brad. "We were just conversing about how creative writing isn't a real class. Brad said, 'it's somewhere between study hall & real school.' I said, 'Recess.' Erin said, 'creative recess'. Brad said 'indoor recess'". Miss S wrote "It's possible to fail recess."

ciao

 
At Sat Feb 04, 09:55:00 AM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

"It's possible to fail recess..." sounds like Sapa, that's actually a really funny response to us "dissing" her class. She was an interesting woman for sure.

Ok, Kidd...I think I know which story...and no, never, ever share anything about me that isn't totally flattering or boosting to my fragile ego...this is all about "me", remember?

 
At Sat Feb 04, 02:10:00 PM PST, Blogger drew konop said...

brad and i played doubles tennis together during phil franko's first (and possibly only) year. we argued a lot. during one match i happened to throw my racket into the net in close proximity to brad. brad threw the racket 30 yards over the fence into a field. coach franco asked us over for a chat. i believe brad told him to fuck off. gentleman's sport?

 
At Sun Feb 05, 12:10:00 AM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

I thought you threw the racket at me, my bad.

My guess is that Franko gave up coaching tennis, he probably took up something less frustrating...like chess club.

 
At Tue Feb 07, 03:23:00 PM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

Tennis was supposed to be an easy sport...one other memory.

First week of tennis practice, Franko's the new coach and get's the great idea of having us run wind sprints, guess he thought we needed conditioning or something, maybe he just hated us and was getting paid extra to coach anything...anyway, after one, maybe two of these twisted, demented exercises I begin to get mouthy...I know, hard to believe, anyway, Phil hears me cussing and institutes the policy: Swearing = one more wind sprint.

I show him...I cuss a blue streak, I run more, I cuss more, I run more...you get the picture. I actually keep it up until I can't possibly run, or walk or even breathe anymore...I showed him. Or maybe not, I missed Jim Boehlke at that point, he preteneded not to hear me when I swore.

 
At Tue Feb 07, 09:13:00 PM PST, Blogger SonnyKidd said...

Do I have a story about Brad Strouf...? Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure, I do! Brad & I had Mr. Hensel together our senior year. It's safe to say that Mr. Hensel had what could only be called a "hard-on" for Brad. I remember it like Spicoli and Mr. Hand from Fast Times (minus the dope, of course officer). That was without a doubt, one class that I looked forward to every day. I never laughed so much as Mr. Hensel was very nearly completely senile at that time. I'm sure Brad can provide some more detail.

Oh and Cheese, in case you're wondering, Applefest is celebrated to this day on October 9th. This year will be the 18th anniversary. Not a rebel...bah.

 
At Wed Feb 08, 06:30:00 AM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

...Hensel was out there...way out there. He called us (or was it just me) "Pumpkin heads, full of pudding" once. What the hell is that? Insult? compliment? I dunno...

What were we supposed to be learning in that class? What did we learn in that class? Walking into that classroom was like walking into the twilight zone. Sapa's creative writing brought back some great memories, surely this class should inspire some as well...

On a side note, Kidd you remember the date of applefest??? remarkable, I'm impressed. How you got away with that one still amazes me to this day.

 
At Fri Feb 10, 03:00:00 PM PST, Blogger Lisa said...

Hi Brad,
Thanks for the comments about my daughter!! She is a beauty, but as Drew mentioned, she's all Bret so I can hardly take the credit!!

I remember Hensel referring to Brenda Gordon as "pudding" while he'd hit himself in the head...and he'd talk to the radiator because he said he got as much response from it as he did from her, and he'd also drop a piece of chalk and watch it break for whatever reason. He referred to me as a "savage from the backwoods" because I am left-handed. Fortunately I had fellow lefties, Craig Rysticken and Lisa King in the same class so I wasn't always singled out. Wow, that's a lot of memory for me!!

I think the last time I saw you was at Brenda and Jeff's at a 4th of July party many years ago! I hope you are still doing good!!!

 
At Fri Feb 10, 06:19:00 PM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

Yes Lisa, your daughter does bear a striking resemblance to your husband, I only met him once or twice but I do remember what he looks like.

Hensel was the last of a dying breed, no doubt...as I mentioned, I'm not sure what we were supposed to learn but it was entertaining if nothing else...

All is well here in greater Green Bay...things have changed for me, but I still wake up drawing breath and that is good enough for me...thanks for asking...

Now, I'm still waiting to hear from Erin...and Josie...and Brenda...I know there are more Sapa/ Hensel memories out there...this blog is better than a class reunion.

 
At Tue Feb 14, 10:33:00 AM PST, Blogger mimikatemom said...

Hey Brad!

Good to hear from you! I've been reading your comments and you're an awfully good writer too. Who knew we could all be so articulate...cabbage heads that we all were. I loved Mr Hensel's class for the entertainment value only...I found my old journal a few weeks ago..NONE of that will find it's way here however! Burt is too brave for scanning all that other stuff! I remember people being excused to the restroom in the first few minutes of class and never returning. I'm going to spell this wrong...onomatapeia? I know what it means now...just not how to spell it despite the song you guys used to sing.

I wish now that I had kept the Sapa writing packets...I don't have many specific memories but I just remember having a really good time with that mix of people. I felt the same way in Mr. Schwantes's class...it was mostly a long conversation.

A lady shouldn't kiss and tell but I thought it Greg Birr's house...so maybe it was twice!
I do have a memory...I hope I didn't invent it or dream it...I drove home one holiday from STL and got within 4 blocks of home and got creamed in an intersection. You heard about it on your police radio and came to see if I was okay. That happened right?

 
At Tue Feb 14, 10:51:00 AM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

...I was lucky enought to share two kisses with you?...I can die happy. :)

I forgot about the crash...yes, it happened at 45th Street and Mishicot Road if I remember right. I heard your name over the radio and wanted to make sure that you were ok and being treated right. Wow, that was a while ago already, glad you were ok.

Great picture of your kids, by the way...Never been to St L...have to make a point of getting there at some time...good to hear from you.

 
At Thu Feb 16, 08:12:00 AM PST, Blogger Jeff G said...

Brad gets the credit for making me a parrothead. During one of the Fox Hills suckfests, Brad played his cassette 'Songs You Know By Heart' by Jimmy Buffet. If I remember correctly, this was the same party that Jeremy was able to get Jason to vomit off the balcony after describing certain greasy foods. Was this also the party that a naked Pete was in the bathtub in the fetal postion being attended to by Brenda Dax?

Speaking of your math experiences, didnt you have Candi Scot as your Geometry partner in Otto's class freshman year??? If I recall, you two sat diagonally in front of Kris Dafner (bless her wonderful heart) and I. I recall some other stories with you and Candi......

 
At Thu Feb 16, 10:11:00 AM PST, Blogger SonnyKidd said...

My geometry partner was another Gordon, Becky, I think she was a senior our freshman year. Man did I have a crush on her. Any relation Chief? Can you hook me up? Oh wait, I'm married.

 
At Thu Feb 16, 10:13:00 AM PST, Blogger SonnyKidd said...

That party you mention Jeff was EPIC! Didn't someone walk right into a closed sliding door? Yeah, I think that was me. Likely coming in off of the balcony after emptying my stomach thanks to Jer. Of course, back then, I was famous for getting sick, it was given, it was only a matter of when.

 
At Thu Feb 16, 11:39:00 AM PST, Blogger Jeff G said...

I could blow my share of chunks also. Still can - not as often though - because I dont drink as often. Anyways, back in the day, I saved all my pukes for the Jonas deck. Then I could pass out upstairs, and wake up knowing Mrs. J would have some chocolate milk for my sick belly.

No, Becky was no relation. She was kind of cute, but Brenda was hotter.

Where's Brad??? Did he get a job???

 
At Thu Feb 16, 08:55:00 PM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

Kandi Scott...gosh that name sounds so familiar...I think we studied geometery together once...I was all about the studying back then.

Incidentally, yes I have a job...I'm actually at it right now. There's two feet of snow on the ground and everyone in GB has decided to get their cars stuck in it...loads of fun.

Jeff, if you ever get a chance to see Buffett in concert...do it. I've been to two, I kinda remember them...kinda.

Every time someone talks about the "party" at Fox Hills, more strange memories come back...that was an interesting night, to say the least.

Back to work, Jeff I owe you a comment or two yet, they are coming...I promise.

Kidd, you were definetely a puker, I loved hanging out with you at parties...I just always stayed six or seven feet away towards the end of the night...

 
At Thu Feb 16, 09:14:00 PM PST, Blogger TWORIVERSWALRUS said...

A two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket, and an autographed picture of Andy Devine...

 
At Fri Feb 17, 05:16:00 PM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

...very good Burt..."Pencil Thin Moustache"...been a while since I heard that one, remember "Let's get drunk and screw...?" Actually, "Last Mango in Paris" was my favorite.

Buffett became a staple in college, I had a friend in the dorms freshman year that was a die-hard fan.

Good stuff.

Anyone hear from Josie yet...??

 
At Sun Feb 19, 04:37:00 PM PST, Blogger PJ said...

Do any of you guys remember the night that Mel puked at my house in the kitchen and then all over the bathroom? Drew was across the table from him and he had chunks in his eyebrows......UGHGHGHGH.

Pencil thin mustache is my Jimmy Buffett fav...but who can resist getting drunk and screwed?

I don't remember Jason being a puker.

 
At Sun Feb 19, 04:38:00 PM PST, Blogger PJ said...

Brad....you look TOTALLY loaded in your Batman picture...are you?

 
At Sun Feb 19, 06:09:00 PM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

Yeah, I gotta admit, I think I was. That's why I have such good posture working for me...someone had to shove a broom handle up my ass to keep me from tipping over...

I'm still laughing about puke chunks in Drew's eyebrows...that's an awesome comment!

 
At Fri Aug 11, 08:49:00 AM PDT, Blogger mimikatemom said...

MUCH better than black polyester ;)

 
At Mon Aug 14, 12:47:00 PM PDT, Blogger Phuong said...

So you finally figured out why I ditched you for that dance. I'm sure I had a legit reason...like....I wanted to get drunk with Dan Garvey and my other cool Roncalli friends or....maybe I wanted to smoke weed with Jeff Rehrauer and Allison Thomas on the beach...honestly Brad...i don't remember you even asking me to a dance. what dance was it?
Do you live in T.R. or Green Bay? Write back, its' great to read your comments and I hope that you are doing well!

 
At Tue Aug 15, 06:38:00 AM PDT, Blogger Chris said...

Freshman year I hung out with Brad quite often. I remember the blast we had in homeroom and how I tried getting away with playing unsavory music on the classrooms hi-tech tape recorder (I wonder if they went back to the 8-track now). Although we didn’t really hang out after freshman year, I always thought was a Brad great guy and wish him well! How are you doing these day man?

 
At Tue Aug 15, 08:57:00 AM PDT, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

Wow...Phuong and Chris leaving comments. This blog is exceeding everyone's expectations, I'm sure. So, cool to hear from you both, I'll leave comments in both of your posts...Burt, look what you've done, take a bow!

 
At Thu Aug 17, 04:49:00 AM PDT, Blogger Chris said...

Yes we did indeed have some good times! I guess we all fell into different groups in school, but that is to be expected. My mom is well and remarried(that may disappoint many of our classmates’ fathers hehe). I remember movies night in the basement of your place as well. Your parents were always so nice to me. I hope they are doing well. How is your sister? Do you still listen to Amy Grant(I did give you that tape back didn’t I?)?

 
At Sun Jan 21, 03:10:00 AM PST, Blogger Brad Strouf said...

I thought it would be cool to hit the "40" comment mark...

So, this comment is totally self serving and it makes me feel so pathetic that I want to vomit. (But so did your last post on your new blog...}

So now I have 40 comments. I didn't axe anyone to death or accomplish any great feats...

But, I have 40 comments. I'm happy now. So, I'll just sit here being happy.

 

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