Colleen Barney Walz

What??? Like all the crushes I had on people and were too embarrassed to admit? Why should I admit that now? It's still too embarrassing!
I do have good stories about driving around in a stolen car (what's the statute of limitations on that one?...and really I didn't even think about that one, but who does in high school...or was it Jr. high???). How about all those parties I went to and stayed sober and no one knew the difference because they were all too 'sloshed' to notice. Or how about the time I ran over about 3 neighborhood lawns by the old Dee's Drive In on 21st South. Or getting stuck on the railroad tracks with Susan Blair and Tommy Archuleta (Yes, we are all still alive and well after cheating death once more). How about driving around (especially State Street) in Lynda Olsen's classic old bomb or Judie Walk's classic yellow and white whatever it was or my 58 Chevy that burned oil like a smoke stack refinery. I remember sleep overs at Kathy Gates' house and telling police officers when I was pulled over for speeding "Do you realize who this person is who is sitting next to me here?"...of course that person was Patrice Stoller as she slumped down under the car seat and who's dad was the Chief of Police at the time. So many stories so little space here.