2005-02-17T17:04:00.000Z

George: Did you ever look at the St. Roberts web page? Man those are a lot of nice people who get together and have fun in real life. They go to the Thirsty Bulldog and enjoy each others company. That’s great! What a great school. And they have the best and happiest web page of all the reunion pages.

Doesn't it bother those of you who don't even have the decency to leave a last name, that other people look at the HG page and wonder "WTF"? If it doesn't - that is sad. I heard so much about "hard working Ukranians, etc.", yet where is it shown by most of you on our page?

Of course we should know that shame is derfined as one that brings dishonor, disgrace, or condemnation. A condition of disgrace or dishonor; ignominy. A great disappointment. And embarrass means to hinder with obstacles or difficulties; impede. To complicate.

Those are something that only others bring upon some of you, right? Sad to say that you 'nameless ones' bring shame and embarassment on yourself, yet you don't even realize it. Don't be too quick to blame others.

I did consider a few times two years ago that I would come to an HG reunion. Now? Ha, I wouldn’t ruin anybody’s time. Yet look at our page. It’s like children with crayons in an art class or museum in some cases.

And I wonder where all the sarcastic people are? Why are they so quiet on this page, as opposed to the public HG page?

I could imagine a real HG reunion at a public place. Lets say 20 HG people came. Well, I would have to sit alone, not minding it and there might be 20 other people at separate tables. “Give the bill to Karlsen”, and everybody tromps out. That’s cool, I'll pay it, then I will sit there and chat up the 60+ year old waitress with the coffee.

Course a reunion could be more like this nonsense:

Name: George Karlsen
Email: Scroll down
Residing: Happily. And you?
Date: 11/9/2003Time: 12:14:51 PM

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Yeah it would be cool on this reunion page if we all gave our names and addies online. That's what reunions are all about.

I can imagine a reunion - would be ok in real life. Course, I'd check out some Ukie food.

As it ends, "Without You" by Harry Nillson would be playing. Ladies choice, and I ain't picked for the slow dance.

The girl I really wanted to see didn't make it. It's cool - gonna go check out the Northley / Sun Valey reunion in Aston.

One girl does give me a Winston. Thanks, and I do remember you. 'See ya next year, LORD willing'.

Northley and Sun Valley are both dark now. But, it's OK, I’ll soon be back in Brookhaven. I'm home.

Name: George Karlsen
Email: sony7600g@yahoo.com
Residing: Wenatchee, WA (got it this time?)
Date: 11/16/2003Time: 3:35:14 PM

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Boy what a nice page we have here! It’s the goofiest, and sometimes, most disrespectful page on oldchesterpa.com. I love it! No wonder it is my cover page. More fun then an AOL Chat Room. Let’s have some fun now, shall we? And since there is nothing personal on this page, no offenses taken, right?

Man, if some of you talk like you write, nobody understands you.

Ever check out some of the other school pages? Everyone leaves email addies, and full and married names. Very cool. But not here, see we’re Ukies! Well, I’m a mutt. A half breed - 1/2 Norwegian and 1/2 Uke. So, that means in life that I at least got things half right. Myron once told me I was a bastard, cause my parents weren’t married in the ‘church’. They married in Elkton, Maryland. My mom was denied the ‘church sacraments’ forever.

To the girl who keeps snoring on this page; “Here honey, skin pop this Obetrol. It’ll kick in in five minutes. Take another piece of this Juicy Fruit gum, you’re beginning to look better already”.

I’d really enjoy a real time reunion. If they locked us up in the auditorium for a weekend, it could be a cool pisser.

Of course, there would be all different invitations. Mine says to meet in Cleveland. So here I am on Lafayette Street, lost. See, the invitations were put together by the ‘All Ukie Reunion committee’.

No problem, as I board a boat. The SS Ucranium. All Ukie crew. Tonight they are having pizza by the slice. The crew is nice, and they take me to the kitchen. A bunch of old panyi’s are downstairs there in the kitchen, throwing up these little triangles, into the air. See, it’s Ukie pizza by the slice, and they are throwing up “l>’s”. Get it? It is hard to explain things online, without finger puppets.

I get to meet the gang in the engine room. There is a huge puddle and a bunch of men with hand drills, digging into the floor. “What are you doing?” I ask. “Vader commet in boat, vee uset ‘vaterletterowter (Water letter outer)”. I get a bit nervous. But the SS Ucranium makes it to port.

Problem is, arriving we hit the dock three times. And the port isn’t New York, where we were supposed to land, but Baltimore. Oh well, thank GOD for Amtrak.

So, I get there. A good time is expected by all! We sign in and everyone has a name card. They don’t have one for me, so I get a card - the nine of diamonds.

Hey 50 - 50 tickets for sale! I buy 10. Mine all have the number 54 on them. The winning number is 2064.

We could start by smoking in the boys room in the vestibule. Yeah, that was the spot back then - surprise teachers! So, I would get the idea to check and see what the girls room is. “Wow, so that is what it looks like”? In the girls bathroom is a bidet’ (<<--Spelling?). A young lady there explains nicely, and medical language wise, what it is. I get a bit sick. I think back to seeing them in Belgium. All this time, I thought they were bathroom drinking fountains! No wonder the water tasted funny! I must get to the clinic and get shots.

Ok, so I step outside right on the corner of Third and Booth. Light up a cigarette, and hey, there is a nice girl hanging around. She says something about ‘hooking’. I start to talk about fishing. She offers me some money to leave her alone. I scarf up $500 from her, and walk away. “Hey, this is gonna be cool”. I guess Chester girls don't fish.

Back to the festivities. We hear on the intercom (with the blinking red light) that there is a 'French Fry Bobbing' contest. I used to be a goalie for a dart board team (does it show?), and remember. “No, I better not, that hot oil would mess me up more”.

Hey, we decide to go check out some altar wine. It was in the priest changing area. Somehow, the cops are called. “Hey, we can put on these cassocks”. We explain to the cops that were are all seminarians. Somehow, I get elected arch bishop, and get to spend a few hours in the nick, downtown.

Well by now, the party is getting over. Gee, “Without You” is playing, but I still have my nine of diamonds card for a souvenir.

We gotta' do this again. I tell ya, it would be fun.

Insolent, incorrigible and insubordinate? Yes I am, but I remain.

I guess if we can’t laugh at ourselves, somebody else will laugh at us.

I do love this page.

Back to the vestibule

Reunion Schmoonion