We had to attend a funeral in L.A., it was across the street from our alma mater John Marshall High. The main building has not changed but the rest of the campus sure has. I prefer the way it was myself. Lots of good memories flashed in my head as I looked at the building, teachers, pranks, friends I knew or wish I knew, sitting in the V.P.s office waiting to get chewed out for a misdeed again, it was good times. Not many problems on campus then, everyone had their little territory staked out. The gang guys never bothered anyone, the regular guys went about their business and the socialites mingled in the better area of course. The school was mostly white then with few blacks and a good representation of Mexicans. There were no problems between any of us, we all got along as we should. Many things in life have changed as has Marshall, too bad.
