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Family and Humor and Memory15 Dec 2007 09:22 pm

Dad and Mom had this wonderful meal that they spoiled themselves with at this restaurant aside Holiday Inn.  It was a Christmas banquet, so nothing was held back, and they had a great time.

Mom then asked Dad for a little tiny eenie bit of a favor.  “Can you please come to the Mall with me, so I can find a Christmas gift for our son?”

Now see here, Dad hates shopping.  Hates, with a passion.  But he loves Mom far more, so he swallowed his pride, and agreed.  Off they went to the mall.  The first store they came up to, Mom took a look around.  Nope, nothing here.  They then trekked across the mall to the second major store.  Mom took a look around.  Nope, nothing, she declared.  Dad sighed, and followed her out to yet another store.  Nope, nothing.

Finally, they reached the end of the mall, to JcPenney’s.  Aha, Mom declared, the perfect gift!  A nice gorgeous belt for their son to wear, something to add to his look, and it’s about time he wear a belt, no?

Slowly they rang it up, and slowly they walked back across the entire mall to their car.  Mom quickly wrapped it up and placed it under the Christmas tree.

Now bear in mind here, that I wear 30-34 at that time.  30 inches inseam, and 34 length.  I’ve since then ballooned up to 34-34.  Yes, I know you are jealous, now shut up and let me tell the story here.

So it remains for weeks until Christmas Day, where we all ran down to the tree, and started opening up the presents we all deserved, us good and nice cold hearted bastards, of course.

Dad apparently had weeks to recover from that laborious trip.  He watched with interest as I opened this present Mom carefully searched for, and Dad suffered through.

“A BELT?  BUT MOM, I DO NOT NEED A BELT!”

Dad continues to remind me to this day how tactless I was that day.

Memory and Roanoke06 Dec 2007 09:55 am

The reunion was held at Corned Beef and Company in Downtown Roanoke on November 24, 2007.

As an aside which I must ask about — what the heck is corned beef? Does that mean that a cow was lured into a cornfield, where the unspeakable happens? Moo, indeed! Apparently, corned beef is actually a brisket that is cured with rock salt (the “corn”). More can be found here.

The name of the place really belittle what it actually is — a huge gathering place with multiple rooms caused by its own expansion over the years. It is apparently one of the biggest social locations in Roanoke, with dance halls, billard rooms, bar areas, and restaurant (if you could score something.) The event that was organized by Amy and Courtney was a top-notched affair, focusing on the social aspect, with very good food (everyone was duly impressed by the food! I highly enjoyed the roast beef.)

There were approximately 75 people who showed up, a small group compared to a class of 450, but it was a great start, with so many old friends coming out from the woodwork to bid warm greetings with. Amy and Courtney had done so much to create a great event, and must be applauded for taking the initative.

Thank you for showing up, all of you. I do hope the rest of everyone will find their way to the 20th reunion.

Memory and Roanoke and Travel27 Nov 2007 07:49 pm

On the morning the Saturday after Thanksgiving, I was given the opportunity to take a tour of my old high school (Patrick Henry High School (PH) in Roanoke, VA) along with my former classmates.  Only this was not my old high school by a large scale — everything has indeed changed for the better.

When I went to high school, access was free and open, with everyone coming and going almost at will.  This changed just a couple years after I left school, when they posted security guards at the main entrance – blocking anyone who does not have permission.  Quickly after that, security has tightened thanks to the other school events in the area and around the United States.  Getting a tour to refresh your memory at a high school suddenly becomes a precious commodity.

Back in the good ol’ days, we would have snow days, where the heater system would barely keep up (not to note the irrational fear of the school system for 1/4 inch of snow on the roads.  As former school superintendent Toto said, “Snow days?!  What the heck is a snow day?!”  Considering that he hailed from the north (Syracuse, I recall), it is indeed a funny thing to experience.  During the hot days of the summer, windows would be wide open, and the fans would be humming along all over the place.  Not ceiling fans — the 3 feet large fans on the floor blowing in and out from the classrooms.

We grew chest hairs walking between classes over several separate buildings on a campus.  Although it is not much of a journey compared to Rochester Institute of Technology’s campus (with the dorms and classrooms located at least a quarter mile apart), it is still a challenge during the frigid days.  The crowd grew so much due to the change from Junior High (6-9/10-12 grades) system to Middle (5-8/9-12 grades) the year I entered high school in 10th grade.  Thus, a few trailer classrooms were set up, and used for the rest of my school years.

Eventually, it became clear that the whole campus needs to be changed, so they demolished 3 of the 4 halls, the auditorium, administrative offices, library, and gymnasiums.  With the last remaining hall, they built a new single system.  For those familiar of the old campus — it’s the one with the cafeteria that was used as a base for this new building.

They added a new floor, and expanded outward toward Grandin Road.  There is a huge face visible from the road, filled with tinted windows across the expanded parking lot.  The circular parking lot between PH and Roanoke Valley Governor School got expanded to give the teachers and students at RVGS some parking space.

Entering the building from the parking lot that now expands onto where the former gym used to be, you are introduced to a huge PH logo on the carpet below, and a spacious hallway topping out 3 floors high.  To the left is the new basketball court and sports center, and to the right is the new art and theater space.  Toward the back are the regular classrooms, along with a spacious library, computer lab, and cafeteria space (still serving the same lousy reheated foods since 1961!)

The sports center is much expanded, allowing for visitor locker rooms (in the past, visitors would take the opposite sex’s locker room, which can be an issue on days both female and male sports teams face each other).  There is a reserved space for wrestling, ROTC, track above the court, free weight room, and more storage and usage space being built (and hopefully completed by January.)  There is also a physical therapy room, perfect to help treat injured players on location.  Behind the sports center is a brand new football stadium, replacing the old Victory Stadium in downtown Roanoke that have been demolished.  There are still construction undergoing to create new fields for variety of sports including baseball and softball.

The art center includes an auditorium big enough to handle a single class level size (500 or so seats).  There is a choir room/backstage space, along with a music room, and several classroom targeted toward the advancement of the art and music.

The library is extensive, much larger than the original library.  The computer labs located on a floor above the library add more options for the students to further their education online.  The teacher space is expanded, with several offices, phone room, and a number of private lockers.  Each classroom contains a private computer for each teacher’s use, and many different options for teaching the students.

To “protect” (read: punish) the students, there are security cameras located at strategic locations, along with chain fences that would lock out spaces away from the curious during after-school periods.  Classrooms can and are usually locked when not in use, requiring our tour guide to pull out a huge key chain to gain access for us to check out the rooms.

At the main entrance, there are two oversized pictures of the two state championship basketball teams from the ‘88 and ‘92 — which both were nationally ranked (#6 and #9, not higher due to a single loss to our cross-town rivals at William Fleming for both seasons.)  Trophies adorned both sides of the entrance, along with hall of fame honors including 3 of my classmates.

The biggest treat of this tour is the attendance of Woody Dean, former head coach of the Patrick Henry basketball team.  Long since retired, the school board decided to honor him by naming the basketball court after him, which is pretty cool.

It was a wonderful tour, despite the little memories that remains.  This is a brand new place capable of taking our current students far in a safe environment.  Boy, are we so lucky we got out when we did?

Memory06 Nov 2007 04:06 pm

Growing up, I had a long fascination with arcade games. When my parents moved us to Roanoke, they ran a business in Salem. At the same plaza, there was an arcade place called Magic Ballroom, one of several stores in a chain around the valley. I remember playing the game “Firetruck” with my sister in the back, and myself in the front. We didn’t do quite well, thanks to my inexperience at driving (after all, I was 5.) My sister also could only get a half of a screen worth of dots on “Pac Man” before dying.

Throughout the years my parents had their business, I would be there on Saturdays, heading out to the Magic Ballroom after doing some chores around the store. I hated doing the chores. Everyone who’ve been in the arcade would know about games such as “Dragon Lair“, “Space Ace“, and all of those laser disc games. However, I wasn’t interested in those games. I would play games such as “Rolling Thunder” — huge characters, loud music, and enjoyable yet difficult play. Once, I had the blessing to play “Psycho Soldier“, incredibly hard game with an actual vocal singing soundtrack, a rarity in those days. My early racing love bloomed with games such as “Pole Position II” — Test track, of course! — and “Super Sprint“. Finally, who could forget but the awesomeness of “Xenophobe“, a 3-player game, clearing out ships of aliens.

As I got older, Valley View Mall opened, with a new arcade room. That, along with Tanglewood Mall’s arcade compromised of the arcade experience I had in Junior High and High School. “Double Dragon“, “After Burner“, and “Out Run” are some of the highlights early on in the arcade experience at those two places. I remember playing Out Run by standing on top of the gas pedal, and whenever I need to brake, I would pull myself up and stomp on the brake with my other foot while bracing myself on the steering wheel. My best friend at the time, Stephen, noticed this one day, and having turned 16 himself, told me to try using my gas pedal foot to hit the brake instead. The final link fell in place, and I started beating that game consistently.

Then “Street Fighter II” came out. It was so popular, we were actually figuring out how to take turns to play this game. Informal rules were formed, and people had a grand old time. Then “Virtua Racing” caught my attention. It was a precursor to the greatest game ever, with its 3d graphics subpar, yet so fascinating, drawing so many dollars from my wallet. Soon afterward, I ruled the roast with “Virtua Fighter” using Sonya’s knees. There was several notable games during this time such as “X-Men” 6-players 2-screens version, and “Final Lap“.

Several summers, I was able to go to different places for my education. One day, our group went to Ocean City, Maryland, where we had a fistful of quarters, and a large amount of time on our own. We ended up playing “Smash TV“, “Operation Thunderbolt“, and “Klax“. However, I saw a game there that I have not seen ever since in its original incarnation, “The Ninja Warriors“. The thing that made it so unique was the huge 3 screens width providing great visibility as the two Ninjas fight their way to the tyrant of a President.

Once I was in college, playing at the arcade became much more frequent thanks to the all-time best arcade game: “Daytona USA“. A racing game that perfectly balanced the fun with the serious, I became so good at this game that for years afterward, I remain undefeated. I became so good that I am confident that with a week warm up, I probably can hold my own against the best in the world especially with the Medium track. Quite a few people talked up their skills and capabilities, but I learned far too many tricks to consistently pass them at critical points to win the race without letting the game speed them up past me again. Daytona USA 2 was such a great disappointment due to its increased complexity and not much new gameplay, and its popularity quickly burned out. Daytona USA was so good that I have seen 8 players arcade versions as recently as last year in Sydney, Australia. (Naturally, I outlasted everyone there that day.) As earth shattering “Virtua Fighter 2“, “Tekken” series, “Dance Dance Revolution“, and “Mortal Kombat” was in the arcade, Daytona USA still hold the top tier for the best Arcade game of all time.

While at college, I would travel by air to Pittsburgh International Airport. It was a revolutionary airport at the time, containing a mall (with regular prices – unheard of in a captive market at that time). The mall had 4 arcade rooms, one for each concourses. There were two games I made a point of playing while going through during the college years. The first game is “Bust-A-Move“, a reverse-Tetris game using bubbles. Link 3 or more bubbles of the same color, and they fall off, along with other bubbles that hangs on to those original bubbles. A single quarter for this game could get me to maybe level 30, and over 50 minutes would go by, perfect for a layover between flights. The second game is “Starblade“, a very neat concept done so well that I continued to play it for years, despite beating it several times. It is an on-rail shooter, where you just aim and shoot while the animation flows by. The screen was output from a monitor above your head, and reflected off a big mirror in front of you, giving a sense of looking out a big window to space, important for battle.

A few times, I would go to Niagara Falls, and there were several tourist-specific arcade rooms there. One at the tower had a game that I only heard about for years to that point, leading me to an undying quest to go to Japan or somewhere where they would have it: “Galaxian 3“. Think of Starblade, but with 6 players supporting each other in front of two projector-created screens 110 inches huge each. With the Bose speaker system pumping out the bass, you would feel as if you are there, helping your crew mow down the enemies in space and on planets. The sheer size of that machine made it cost prohibitive for most arcades, regulating it to a few locations that have a large influx of players.

One game that must be noted during this time and revolutionized the two aspects of arcade machines: it’s cabinets, and its sound system. Before this, most arcade machines were relatively small and self-contained, containing muted sound system that can be heard only when you are underneath the tiny speakers. Mortal Kombat took a huge leap with the sound system, but on the same traditional cabinet. The game is “Primal Rage“. It was a horrible game, poorly balanced, and clearly a ripoff of many fighting games. However, Atari at that time took great pain to experiment with the cabinet design, and came up with a winner that results in this design used to this day for arcade games everywhere. First of all, they put out a very large screen with two large columns of speakers to the side. To adopt to this size, the controllers were set on a pedestal a couple feet in front. This extra room encourages two-players play without having to rub shoulders with your opponents. The extra space provided by the relocation of the controllers (and coin deposit slots) yield a new spot for a sub wolfer — producing a very deep bass that vibrates not only through the machine, but yourself as you play the game. This superior sound system and cabinet design was seized upon and used for other games. In fact, the cabinet itself was re-used after the lousy Primal Rage game was ripped out, and new games installed.

Friends and Memory23 Sep 2007 01:06 pm

It’s hard to imagine that it has been fifteen years since I have seen the vast majority of my high school classmates.  It is a shame that I only know how to contact two of them.  Fortunately, they are the two most important ones — the one forming a high school reunion, after our class president apparently skipped his duty at the 10th reunion.

I am really looking forward to the Patrick Henry High School reunion this November 24th.  I do need to book my flight, and find a hotel nearby.

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