Here are pictures from my, (and others'), high school days.

Mr. Gonano, the band teacher at First Colonial. He was one of those teachers you here about just like on the commercials, a real inspiration. He had an incredible sense of humor to boot.

Mrs. Sweeney, another one of those teachers that you never forget. She taught biology at Va. Beach Jr.
High School during the
70's. This picture was
taken at the Jewish Mother
in Va. Beach.

Mr. Miller, the Madrigals
teacher at FC. He always put up
with a lot from me. He was a
real class act and a gentleman.

 Jay during his "photog" phase.

This picture goes way back, about 1976 or so. It was at a birthday party for Laura at my parents house. Right to left are Barry, Arty, Mike, Will, and Janie.

Kathy and I ready for the prom. My face was already shining and we hadn't even got out the door yet.

The many faces and personas of Peter.

Peter at the 10th year reunion.

Peter would go into a trance when he played drums. Forget talking to him until he finished.

I never knew he was holding the knife until
after he had developed it and showed it to me.

"Wheats"

Hear Peter make fun of the way I talk, and his unmistakable laugh; just click on the link:

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Cary, blew into town during our junior year playing guitar like nothing we had ever heard before. He was a creative genius who could pick the guitar up and compose something totally original within minutes. Peter, Cary, and I formed the backbone of a band and wrote all our own music. We never even bothered learning songs by other artists, that was just not point. We played totally for the sake of creating something new. Cary would get us backstage passes at concerts where we rubbed elbows with Stanley Clarke and Chick Corea. He always seemed to have incredible connections when it came to big name fusion-jazz artists. Cary and myself once jammed all night long with Roy Buchannan at the Holiday Inn Scope, something I will never forget. Cary just vanished in our senior year. He was from L.A. and I suspect he is still in California. I hope he is doing well.

This is a clip of Peter, Cary, Calvin, and myself jamming in my parents living room. The pets were running for their lives and my grandmother was for sure that Satan had paid a visit directly to our house. Cary plays one of his torching solos.

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Billy and Robert.