The Next Phase

This blog began as a place to collect stories and jog memories about the old school and Chateauguay, to gently tug heartstrings in order to promote chat on any forum or media from email, FB to Twitter.

The idea of course, was to stimulate some nostalgia which would get people moving to a Reunion. The blog served that purpose twice in fact and was quite successful.

Well those occasions were fun and quite memorable experiences. Having accomplished those goals with the blog, I thought I would then pull the plug on it. I have not written anything since February this year. So I went in to look at the analytics, the counter that tells me how many of you still drop by to peruse the pictures and perhaps read some of my writing or writings of others who made submissions. I was quite surprised.

The place is still alive and kicking. People are still going in - regularly! So I thought - instead of shutting the thing down, let us keep it going but not for the sake of promoting a specific Reunion, rather for those still curious - not just about the past, but the present.

Yes I know FaceBook already does this. But I was thinking that perhaps in addition to what is already in the blog, I might highlight a bio on someone every now and again,  a "where are they now and what have they been up to".. - with or without a picture and answers to a few nosey questions.

If you would like me to enter your picture and my interview with you, let me know.
Also if you are going to visit Chateauguay soon, I might put in a couple of things to check out - like restaurants etc.

Let me know.
 

The Winter carnival

It's snowing upon the darkness...
Big flakes for Christ's sakes and I didn't bring a towel!
I just washed and dried my hair!
Shit... well tough. My jeans are tight and my ...
Into the school..
The darkness of the gym.
The light show is on ,
emulate an acid trip...
fat chance!

boom boom booom

"In the white room with black curtains near the station
( The bass is throbbing.... drums are my heart, feet want to move!)

"Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.."
(The girls look marvelous magic fairies! - not like in class and like nothing I've seen before!)

"Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes."
(Oh God... there she is!)

Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment."
(And I,   just look on... captured by her grace her smile her eyes)

"I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves."

(Oh Lord this is the peak of our high-school existence - the magic, the beat ...her spell)

Where the shadows run from themselves....




(Lyrics from White Room / Eric Clapton)