Ketchup!

Did that catch your attention, Heinz?

Or whoever is reading this...does anyone really read this? The real title was meant to be "Catch Up," and that is what "we," whoever "we" are, mean.

For starters, there is the dance April 25th - details follow, so follow the details since that is where the devil is in.

Hope this is clear enough, for our tired eyes...blogger's eyes have been tired since, oh, 1959 or so.

Four-Eyed Nurd, Future ILS-er - Havana, October 1960

It gets worse...the tired eyes, that is, and other features as well...

Nurd-ier Four-Eyed Future ILS-er; Miami, circa 1962 - unlike wine, things did not get better with age...God's Gift to Women NOT - more like Satan's Nightmare for Women...

Perhaps it was trying to "channel" Buddy Holly with them Greyhound bus-windshield size glasses. Ray, Ban him! OK! OK! Will stop pun-ishing you now.

Now that you've recovered from the shock induced by the ghastly, ghostly image - go ahead, down a stiff one if it will help - move on to the dance invitation; if you need a clearer view, simply "hover" your mouse over the image, "left click" on it, and you'll see better, perhaps dispensing with bifocals, trifocals, or reading tips courtesy Mr. Magoo. Remember him? Can't you see you're being teased?



It would be nice if the Class of '68 had good representation at the dance - consider it a "Reunion Within a Reunion." Consider going - and if you do, why don't you let "us" know - whoever "us" is - via the blog, website, or email address that you will be there? By the way, surely you will not be turned away even if you are from an earlier graduating Class; or a later one - do not really know why this is for just '68-'80 kinfolk - we're all Immaculata-La Salle kin, no matter how long or how recently aforesaid kinship was established! Anyone give ya a hard time, just blame the Mad Blogger from '68!

It would be nice if we would fill up the auditorium - now called "cafetorium," methinks, as was done for the Signum Mexican Fiesta in 1967...


Yes, the image is slightly crooked! Still can't see straight, half a century later!

Do you remember going to this dance? Any fights? Find your future beau there?

Enough visual teasing and/or torture! On to more serious items. The following is straight out of the ILS newsletter. Remember what to do if you need a larger image. Just pointing it out...pun intended. Some editing and shortening has been done so you'll concentrate on the nitty-gritty.


Hmm...really have to try and make the Hall of Fame Awards - Brother James is being honored; his pedagogical skills managed to actually inject some knowledge of Religion and Geometry, after some kampf, into the writer's dummkopf; the blogger also knows Gustavo Pupo-Mayo - used to ride with him to Sts. Peter & Paul school in his dad's car, back in the Stone Age - before the Stoned Age, you know, that one which started in Haight-Ashbury. Congratulations Brother James! Congratulations Gus!

Alright, gotta go...perhaps this was helpful and helped our Class ketchup, er, catch up; the important thing is, let's stay linked and catch up with each other. The Mad Blogger from '68 promises to give you a break from these increasingly-insane pun-filled posts; it is taking a much-needed break, but will be back, provided it does not have accidental encounters of a gastronomic nature with bocarás, terciopelos, la corál, la boa, el jaguar - not the XKE - o el bull shark - sorry for the spanglish, Brother Andrés - at least no cannibals to worry about, since it is not Papua-New Guinea being described...unless it runs into a certain Hannibal, not the Punic one. In which case, your Pun-ishment will cease, something no doubt you can stomach! It certainly hopes to digest the Rich, Coastal vistas forthcoming; and all ILS-ers - 'cuz you're all smart - should be able to figure the Mad Blogger's destination. It is in the details. Just pray the devil won't be there too...