End of the Rainbow

I found this picture months ago on the internet when I was searching for some stuff on Tennessee. I used it as wallpaper on my PC for the longest time because I could not get over how much it reminded me of Philadelphia or down around Davis. I have since found out that it was taken near a little town above Knoxville, so at least it's close.

And I guess, metaphorically speaking, sometimes the things I remember are like that mythical pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, or at least sometimes they seem to be.

Thoughts on Memorial Day

I fully understand and appreciate what Memorial Day is all about. I spent 20 years of my life helping to defend this country along side a great bunch of men and women, so I am totally aware of the price paid by those that are honored on this day, and my intent here is not to trivialize that honor in any way. The day belongs completely to their memory and the remembrance of the sacrifice they made for us.

But when my mind goes back to those I knew who died protecting this country, I can't help but think of other people who have died who also had an impact on my life. To me, some of the same qualities that formed a bond with my military brothers and sisters also formed a bond with you. I have carried lifelong friendships with them and with you. I have shared tears and fears and joys and accomplishments with them and with you. And I may not have faced an enemy with you, but we did face what was probably the most important years of our lives together.

A man is made up of bits and pieces of the places he has been, the things he has done, and the people he has known. Those are probably in reverse order of importance, because nothing influences us more than the people that have touched our lives. These people touched my life, and yours, and includes, when all is said and done, probably the best friend I have ever had. May they all rest in peace.

I Can See Paradise by the Dashboard Lights

Please excuse the title of this post, but I couldn’t resist. :) Okay, we've hit around this subject a time or two, so maybe it's time to got down to it. Dating. Obviously, I can only speak for myself and maybe give a bit of a guy's perspective. One of you ladies are going to have to step up to talk about it from the female side. No names are used here to protect the innocent, and two that were not so innocent.

As someone recently said to me, who really went to the drive-in and watched the movie? I remember seeing a truck pull up beside us at the drive in one night and the girl was pulling her top over her head before he even had the motor turned off. I didn’t recognize them or the truck, so I know it wasn’t any of you guys, and I’m not saying everybody went that far or that fast, but there were more cars parked in the back than just us and them. :)

When did you go out on your first real date? What about the first one without doubling? It always seemed like things were a bit more subdued on a double date, but then maybe those were just the ones I went on. :)

Were you ever on a date, and hid from someone you knew because you didn’t want them to know where you were or maybe who you were with? (And why am I suddenly asking questions like I expect someone to answer?) :)

Okay, to set the record straight, going to a football game was not a date. It could be the start of one, but it wasn’t one by itself. If you came to the game by yourself and left by yourself, what the hell kind of date was that? Besides, at a football game you’re just doing what a few hundred other people are doing --- drinking coffee to stay warm and trying to fill up on hamburgers not much bigger than the palm of your hand --- so it wasn’t really a date. The same can be said for basketball games.

The first real date was when the two of you were actually alone, and the guy can try to act like he’s not the least bit scared. Of course he can try to act that way all he wants, but it doesn’t help. There were dozens of tests I didn’t study for in school, but there was not one date that I didn’t rehearse over and over in my head what I was going to do and say long before it happened. There was no room for a mistake, every word, every move had to be perfect. The last thing you wanted was a reputation for being a bumbling idiot. There was a fear that if you messed up once, there wouldn't be a second chance. Of course, none were perfect. You spent days afterward shaking your head everytime you remembered something goofy you said or did.

Where were your favorite places to go? Knoxville? Someplace closer?

How about your favorite parking places? Someplace private or only semi-private? Is Notchin Hill still around?

Okay, so this turned out to be more tongue in cheek than I intended, but I’m going to bet nobody responds with anything more specific. Who’s going to prove me wrong?

Yearbooks

Do you call it a yearbook or an annual? Have you looked at them at all since graduation? Have you shown it to your kids or grandkids and smiled at their reaction to you “back then”?

I have two versions, ’69 and ’70. I didn’t get one freshman year for some long forgotten reason (probably financial), and I didn’t get one sophomore year because I was in Atlanta. I’ve spent more time looking at the one from ’70. I don’t really know why, maybe because it was last, or maybe because I’ve always felt the ’69 version was too centered on one person.

There are several differences in the two of course, even down to the comments people added when they signed them. In ’69 some of them called me a “sweet boy” or “nice boy”. By ’70 those comments changed to “great guy” and “nice guy”. I appreciated the difference. :)

And speaking of signing them, except for a handful of people who graduated in ’69, the same people signed both books. I guess I traveled in a limited circle.

Who took up complete pages when they signed yours? Still keep in touch with them? I shake my head at the ones who took up entire pages in mine. Maybe a couple of them just felt the need to get wordy. :)

I’m not going to ask if the special person who signed your books back then is still the special person in your life, because odds are they’re not, and haven’t been for some time. Ah, young love is such a fickle thing. Brenda and Bruce are part of a very select group when it comes to staying together so long. It must be cutting Mr Headlee’s classes that made the difference, huh Brenda? :)

If you haven’t taken them out in a while, do yourself a favor and do it. Make it some place quiet, like out on the back porch after supper. Take the time to take in each page and each scribbled message. I’ll bet you a box of Krispy Kremes that you’ll enjoy it.

Teachers

It appears everyone wants to talk about teachers, and the Tagboard is a little limited by space, so let's make it a full fledged post. I’m not going to say anything derogatory, but we all know that each of them had points that were both good and bad. We obviously each had our favorite, and not so favorite, so let’s take the plunge and look at some I recall.

Mr. Cardwell --- He was great. He would set us up in Industrial Arts and then scoot off to the office or teacher’s lounge. A lot of days he’d be gone the entire class.

Ms Goode --- Some of us really enjoyed playing cat and mouse with her. We’d wait until she was in her office and then we’d go to the other side of the library and whistle or something. She would come out to see what the noise was and when she came over to the side we were on, we’d slip back over to the other side and make another noise. Then each time she switched sides, we’d switch sides. She never caught on. Okay, okay, I know it was childish, but study hall/library was boring, you had to do something. :)

Mr. Headlee --- He acted at times like he wanted to be our buddy, so sometimes his class could be a breeze. I sure don’t remember any answers on the board though.

Ms Miss --- If you showed any interest at all in her class, you could basically skate. Ask her some questions and get her off subject and we could go through an entire class without her touching the lesson plan. Oh, and she could be flattered too.

Coach Ratledge --- Almost every time I saw him he had his arms crossed with either a book or clipboard held against his chest, and a scowl on his face. He was usually a no show for Gym during football season, but man, he could take the top of your head off when he was mad. Which I have to admit wasn’t all that often.

Coach Watson --- Just a good ol’ boy. He let us skate a lot.

Ms McCall --- The Radar O’Reilly of Loudon High. She sensed things. She caught me cutting class in almost every part of the building, even outside. But whenever you went in the office she was in there too. It was like she was cloned. She caught me smoking in the boys room once. She didn’t come inside, she sent someone in after me, but I still don’t know how she knew I was in there smoking.

PJ Stallings --- She was only there one year that I remember (unless she was there the year I was in Atlanta), but she is close to being my all time favorite. She was nice, but more than that she actually seemed to care. It’s not that the others didn’t, they did in their own way, but day in and day out she was super, at least to me. You could ask her anything and she’d give you an answer.

Ms Dutton, Ms Bledsoe, Ms Marcus, and Ms Wattenbarger had no business being around a bunch of guys going through puberty. Way too much of a distraction. :)

It might be just me or the fact that sometimes everything looks rosy in hindsight, but they were not a bad bunch of teachers. I had a disagreement or two with some of them, and more than one visit to the office. But I can also remember things like Ms McCall giving me a conspiratorial wink to let me know she wasn’t going to jump in my case about something, and Ms Goode actually laughing and joking with some of us a couple of times.

And while we’re on the subject, let me ask about something I’ve suspected all these years. Did it seem to you guys like they lightened up on us when we were seniors? I know I’m not imagining it. I can recall things like a teacher saying something to an underclassman that was out in the hall during class, but just nodding at me. Maybe they thought I was too far gone to save, but I took it as a small show of respect too. It was a nice gesture.

Characters

I'm not trying to embarrass anyone, but who did you consider a character? I think most of them wouldn't mind being remembered for putting a smile on our face. I know the ones I can think of wouldn't mind it at all. What is a character anyway? According to the dictionary it's a person with an unusual or odd personality. I would add the word ‘likable’ to the beginning of that and squeeze the word ‘occasionally’ somewhere in the middle. "A likable person who occasionally displayed an unusual or odd personality."

So who was a character? I think there would be as many examples as there would be answers to the question. In fact, we all probably fit that role for someone at one time or another. For me they would have to include:

Doug Christian. He could put up with so much stuff from some of us and hand it back in spades. I don’t know how long I’ve known him, but I can’t remember a time he wasn’t around, and I never saw him without a smile and he was just as quick to laugh at himself.

Eugene Henley. Eugene and I go back a long way too. If you didn’t want to know what Eugene was thinking, don’t ask, because he would tell you point blank and with no frills.

Jabbo Lynn. He was another one of those guys who was always the same, day in and day out, which meant he was usually laughing about something. And if he was around, then you knew not far away would be….

Steve Knox. I think Steve’s sense of humor was way more mature than any of the rest of us. I didn’t appreciate some of the things he said until much later.

Allen McNabb. A caustic wit. He would say anything at anytime to anybody, but he’d be laughing the entire time so you didn’t know if he was serious or not.

Wayne McNabb. In the same mold as Doug Christian. I’ve known him since first grade, day one. You had to really know Wayne to appreciate him, because he would zing you before you realized what had happened. Still water runs deep. Bud, you are missed.

Becky Poole. A great sense of humor… for a girl :) and was always ready with a laugh. She was another person who could laugh at themselves.

Donna Morgan. Donna spoke her mind. Always. And often :) Like Eugene and Allen, she was direct and to the point, but usually with a smile.

Sylvia Robinson. A super sense of humor, and she was that way in grade school too.

Edward Watson. He once gave a report during class as Paul Harvey. And he was better than Paul would have been if he had done it himself.

Tony Woody. He was always into something, or at least getting caught for it, but he never stopped laughing.

Who was a character for you? I guess the answer would also depend on who you ran with or had classes with, but heck, the place was so small we all had to bump into each other at one time or another. :)

Middle Aged Insomniacs Who Can't Quite Make It Past Hump Day

This probably isn't all that interesting, but I was looking at the hit information for the blog and there are a couple of things that make me wonder if it says anything about us. First, look at the hits by time of day.

Hits by time.
12:00-12:59A---36-------6.24%
1:00-1:59A------83-----14.38%
2:00-2:59A-------6-------1.04%
3:00-3:59A-------0-------0%
4:00-4:59A-------0-------0%
5:00-5:59A-------0-------0%
6:00-6:59A------29------5.03%
7:00-7:59A------32------5.55%
8:00-8:59A------50------8.67%
9:00-9:59A------35------6.07%
10:00-10:59A---33------5.72%
11:00-11:59A---32------5.55%
12:00-12:59P---21------3.64%
1:00-1:59P------18------3.12%
2:00-2:59P------11 -----1.91%
3:00-3:59P------21------3.64%
4:00-4:59P------11------1.91%
5:00-5:59P-------6-------1.04%
6:00-6:59P-------6-------1.04%
7:00-7:59P------11------1.91%
8:00-8:59P-------4-------0.69%
9:00-9:59P------55------9.53%
10:00-10:59P---27------4.68%
11:00-11:59P---50------8.67%

Forty-four percent of the hits happen between 9pm and 3am, with the single busiest hour being 1am. Can't we sleep?


The second set of numbers is hits by day of the week.

Sunday------------44--------7.63%
Monday------------82------14.21%
Tuesday-----------54--------9.36%
Wednesday------156------27.04%
Thursday----------70------12.13%
Friday--------------95------16.46%
Saturday-----------76------13.17%

Why Wednesday? I'm glad to see that Sunday is the slowest day, but I can't figure out why Wednesday is almost twice as busy as the second busiest day.

I Don't Know Beans

I just returned from a trip to North Carolina to attend my oldest son’s doctoral graduation (boy did that apple fall a long way from the tree!). While we were there some of his friends had a dinner for him. As I was making my way thru the serving line, right there amongst the barbeque and potato salad and other things was a big bowl of pinto beans and beside them was a relish dish full of hot chow chow. The lady who prepared the dinner said they couldn’t have a meal around there without pinto beans and boy did it take me home.

I don’t know about you guys, but pinto beans were a staple at our house. We didn’t have them every day, but they were by far the most common dish, with the possible exception of corn bread. In fact I was always puzzled as to why they didn’t serve them in the cafeteria at school. Maybe they did, I just didn’t eat the days they had them, or maybe they thought we got enough of them at home.

Anyway, when nutrition was covered in health class I remember thinking we must be malnourished. They said nourishment was a problem in third world countries whose diet consisted mainly of one thing, like rice or something, and I’d think of that bowl of beans and say to myself, “We have pinto beans almost every day, are we like that?”

I have since discovered that when combined with grains, like corn, the members of the bean family make a protein that is good for you. So it wasn’t as bad as it looked. Besides, there were other things on our table from time to time too. Things like GREEN beans and LIMA beans and BUTTER beans and NAVY beans and BLACK EYED peas. So why worry so much about a diet consisting of one thing? :)

My wife was born in Pennsylvania and she has learned to make an occasional pot of beans and a pan of corn bread, and she makes them quite well too. The corn bread of course is baked in an iron skillet. :)

If you ever go to Colorado on I70, keep your eyes open for a huge sign beside the road that pays homage of sorts to pinto beans. Apparently they grow a lot of pintos there and, among other things, the sign says something like “Every flake of snow in the winter is a pinto bean in the summer.”

Or how about this old fashioned Burma Shave road sign:

Beans, Beans
Food for the road
But don’t light a match
Your seat might explode
Burma Shave

By the way, in one of the previous posts I mentioned Loudon hot dogs. At the same dinner I was telling some people from California that in some parts of the south the proper way to eat barbeque was to put the slaw on the bun with the barbeque. My ex piped up with, “Don’t listen to him. He puts slaw on his chili dogs.” To which I had to replay, “Darn right I do.” :)

School Trips

My youngest son is a freshman in high school. The other day we were contacted to see if he was interested in a school trip in October to Rome. Italy not Georgia. This kind of floored me because my experience in places with such exotic names is limited to London, Kentucky, Paris and Athens, Tennessee, and Rome, Georgia not Italy.

Anyway, it got me to thinking about school trips I’ve been on. Now, some of these are really cloudy so I’m not sure which year we took which trip. Heck they could have been Junior High trips for all I know. But do you remember these trips (usually taken with a rousing vocal arrangement of 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall or some other nifty tune)?

Fort Loudoun. I’m really not much for historical places, although Shiloh and Gettysburg were interesting. But watching someone churn butter or walk around a fort in historically correct dress is not usually my cup of tea. I know there are lots of people who do like this kind of stuff (besides history teachers) and that’s good. I’m just not one of them.

Oak Ridge. Somewhere in a box I still have a dime in a little cardboard/plastic holder that was supposed to be radiated or something. Were they lackadaisical with that stuff back then or what? Remember the little platform you stood on and touched your hand to the ball and it made your hair stand on end?

Some nameless park in the Smokies. The one and only reason I remember this is that a few of us bought these massive cigars that were something like 18 to 20 inches long and about 3 inches in diameter, and at least one of us tried to smoke it. I think it made him sick because the things were as dry as an old piece of shredded wheat and were never meant to be smoked.

The annual pilgrimage to the fair in Knoxville. I didn’t go freshman year, and I wasn’t there sophomore year, but I made up for it the last two years.

Senior trip to Six Flags? My son said, “Is that all?” Mostly because he’s already been all over the country and a couple of places in Canada and he’s just a freshman, so for once saying that times have changed just didn’t fit. I have no idea why someone didn’t think a little bigger in 1970. Man landed on the moon the year before, but we were limited to Atlanta. Hardly a giant leap.

To the TV studio to be on Disco Teen? I had to work.

I didn’t go but what about the Latin club going to Memphis in April of 1968? Talk about a front row seat to history in the making.

Do you remember any others?

Cafeteria

My middle son's high school didn't have one. They basically just had a place to go sit and eat whatever they brown bagged. My youngest son's high school has one but it's mostly vending machines. My youngest daughter's middle school has one, but we have to fill out a menu at the beginning of each month because they "order out" every day. One day it might be Papa John's, the next day Arby's, the next day Chick-Fil-A, and several others. What am I talking about? Yep, a cafeteria.

I very seldom ate at ours. There were some days I would, but I hated waiting in line (probably one of the early warning signs of a Type A personality). I was either outside or in the gym or sometimes the library or some days I'd just hang out with whomever. Wait! Something just occurred to me! I didn’t eat lunch and I was thinner. I think I’m on to something here. :)

I don't think it mattered which side you used did it? If I ate, I usually ate on the football field side because that was the side my locker was on. I developed a phobia for the other side. One day I was supposed to have lunch on that side with a girl of interest and I hurried down only to find her hooking up with someone else. I guess it was meant to be though, because they ended up getting married and who am I to stand in the way of matrimony? :)

I will credit the ladies who worked in the cafeteria with one thing though, they taught me to like broccoli, cauliflower and asparagus. And tuna salad isn’t tuna salad unless it’s served with an ice cream scoop (or at least look like it was). I liked their Sloppy Joes too, although I developed an aversion to anything with Jello in it.

So the question is, did you eat lunch or just hang out?

Driver's Ed

Okay, I don't normally do requests. I remember once in California I was supposed to be keeping an eye on the turn table at a party, and in between albums I'd talk to whoever was standing nearby. This guy came up and said something like, "Hey man, you take requests?" I said, "Sure if I've got it." And he said, "Good, then shut the hell up and play something." Anyway, Kathey asked for this so I’ll try.

I don't have a lot of memories about Driver's Ed. Like most of the guys I'd done work that required you to jump on a tractor or into a truck or something before, so taking Driver's Ed was more a formality since it helped lower your car insurance. I did take it late; first half of senior year when I was 17. I also remember Doris was in my class, as were Lynette and Donna too (I think).

I was not in the car when RL or whoever it was ran through the cafeteria window, but that story has grown by legendary proportions over the years, and sort of became a symbol of Driver’s Ed.

I also remember that no matter how much experience you had driving, everybody got a little case of the jitters when they had to drive with Coach Watson and a carload of their friends along, especially if you had to drive across the bridge. It wasn’t easy staying calm when you felt everybody else in the car tense up, and out of the corner of your eye you could see Coach Watson brace himself. And Heaven help if there was a diesel coming the other way. As an adult I know that the bridge was a full two lanes wide and diesels could pass each other with ease, but I have to admit that during Driver’s Ed it felt almost like there was only a couple of inches clearance on either side of the car.

I can remember borrowing a car for a date and was so nervous I was almost visibly shaking, and just when we’d made it to the drive in and I thought the worst was behind us, I ran into a speaker pole and pushed it over. So much for impressing your date, huh? :)

Now Kathey, it’s your turn. :)

Gym Class II

Okay, so gym class, or Phys Ed, whichever one you called it, was not always bad. There was a lighter side to it sometimes.

Take dodge ball for instance. As I said before, this was always fun. I was never one of the best players, but I wasn't the worst either. My crowning moment, almost literally, was to have my head slammed into the wall by a ball thrown by Arnold Hawkins. I'm still not sure which hurt the most, the ball or the wall (bleachers).

Dickie Blankenship comes to mind a couple of times. He could walk the length of the basketball court on his hands. That was amazing. I also believe it was him, but I might be wrong, who was involved in a bet once with Jerry White. Jerry said he could do five pushups to Dickie's every one. Dickie immediately did something like fifty, or some such number, and expected Jerry to do five times that many. Jerry proceded to do five, which in the way he worded his boast that started it all was exactly what he meant to do.

There was also the time Coach Ratledge was going to teach us how to play golf. That lasted only a day or two. We went out in the field next to the school, where the city park is now, and hit a golf ball around. I think Coach even used his own personal set of golf clubs, and I know of at least one of them that got bent.

Or, how about the “no street shoes on the gym floor” rule that was enforced for awhile. We were all too scared to even go near the gym floor. I think I paid five bucks for my gym shoes. They were Keds. My son showed me a pair of Michael Jordan’s the other day at Foot Locker. They were $229.00. I’d rather have the Keds.

The Place

Okay, I admit I like these kind of pictures. It's the military weather guy that's still a part of me that likes to look down on things from some God-awful altitude, so I can't help it. Besides, there is so much you can see. I'm not sure of the year, but this is probably early to mid summer, just past midday. At any rate, here's the place.

Wow, it sure has changed. The baseball field irritates me a little. I know of twice while we were there it was asked if there could be a baseball team and both times the answer was no. Oh well.

The parking lot around the flagpole and up behind the cafeteria is all new blacktop, I hope that was a repave job and they didn't wait this long to do that. There is an add-on to the east corner of the building, just outside the cafeteria. What is that? And while you're at it, what is the building just across the driveway by the football field?

The trees along the highway and just behind the building weren't all there, and neither was the parking lot just to the left of the baseball field. There also is a storage shed outside of what was the Ag/Industrial Arts part of the building. I'm not sure what is in that part of the building now.

It's a small thing, but I never realized until I looked at this picture that the visitor's bleachers on the football field are not in alignment with the home side. Not that it matters, I just always assumed they used the same center point.

Also, if memory serves me right, none of these things were there when we had our 25th reunion at the school, or did I miss them? Anyway, click on the picture and tell me what you see that's different?

Gym Class

I can’t think of any other four year span in my life that had as many changes as my high school years, and I'm talking changes on all fronts -- physical, emotional, social, you name it. Every one of these areas was at times jammed with one drastic change after another. And nothing emphasized the physical changes more than gym class.

At one end you had the freshman; awkward and self-conscious. At the other end were the seniors; confident and mature (for the most part anyway). It was almost literally boys versus men.

Our first year, when the school was brand new, the gym had some built in equipment that was supposed to build up our bodies and help us develop skills and confidence, and for at least part of the first year we actually used them, or tried to anyway, but first we had to put on our gym “uniforms”. Did the old high school up on the hill have uniforms? Thin cotton knit t-shirts and shorts with the school name and logo on them. I remember being cold and feeling damn near naked every time I wore it.

The new equipment turned out to be something akin to medieval torture. It didn’t build up anything as much as it emphasized what I couldn’t do. One was a chin bar that was about 7 feet off the floor. I could at least do something on this one. It was reaching it that was the trick.

Another was a pegboard that you were supposed to climb by holding onto one peg with one hand while you put the other peg up to the next hole, and then transferring your weight to that hand while you moved the first peg up. Then you alternated sides like that until you went to the top of the pegboard and back down. Yeah, right!

The last one was a rope suspended from the ceiling. The idea was to climb to the top and then back down. I think most of us envisioned a noose at the end of this rope before it was all over. Another thing I couldn’t quite understand was since the top of the rope was about 30 feet above the concrete floor, they put a piece of gym matting about an inch thick under it to break our fall. If you fell off the rope, the only thing the matting was going to break was your arm… if you were lucky.

Add to these the calisthenics we had to do, which were boring, and gym class really sucked. At least later I think even Coach Ratledge agreed and let us play dodge ball most of the time. That was at least fun, although you sometimes carried bruises for days.

On top of all this however, was the locker room. I think most freshman hated gym because of the locker room. Guys basically fell into three groups. Those who hurried in and out and passed up the shower; those who showered but found a secluded corner in which to change into and out of the gym uniform, and those who willingly risked being late for the next class and waited until almost everyone was gone before they even started.

The best part of gym class was you only had to take it two years.

Lockers

Did you ever wonder why some of the school lockers were tall and some were short? Okay, I know this isn't the most important thing in the world to worry about, but it does make you wonder. I can understand why they bunched all the short ones together in the hallway above the cafeteria. That was so they'd have enough lockers, right? But why did they make them short? The space under them was open and wasn't used for storage space or anything like that. I just can't understand why they didn't spend a few extra bucks and make them all standard size, that is if money was the issue. :)

I had a tall locker myself. It was in the hallway on the football field side of the school. The southeast side of the school, right? Anyway, it was on the inner wall about halfway between the Home Ec door and that little garden area (that in retrospect makes as much sense as the short lockers). The combination was 3-27-10, or was that 10-27-3? It doesn't matter.

Most of the stuff in it was crammed onto the top shelf. Hardly anything but badly wrinkled test papers and the homework I never turned in was in the bottom of the locker. One year that included the science test about weather that I accidentally signed Doug Pressure. Talk about absentmindedness. And she didn't even give me extra credit for it. :)

Occasionally someone would stick something in my locker when they didn't have time to get to their own, but it was never anything valuable or useful.

The hooks were for my jacket and my genuine Loudon High School gym uniform that I wouldn't be caught dead in today. In fact, men's boxers today are longer than those shorts were. That was one hell of an outfit.

Anyway, do you remember your locker? Share it with anyone? How about lock combinations, besides your own, how many combinations did you know?