As mentioned earlier, here’s a grip of photos from our 20-year reunion. It’s been a real trip to go through this stuff. These people represent a significant page of my youth. While people change, the memories of them remain as-is. Running into them twenty years later adds a whole new dimension not only to the Now, but the Then. I love ’em.
↑ With Naylor. My date for the evening. One of my closest brothers today and forever. We go back to 1981.
↓ With Paulie Gallarza. He was on the Red Sox in T-ball, I was on the Pirates. They kicked our ass the first year. Then we came back and made ’em are bizitches the final year, taking the championship. We go back to about 1974.
↑ Ronald “RJ” Kaloper. As real as they get. We go back to about 1974.
↓ Mendoza. Dozer. A firefighter for L.A. county, and the coolest dad around. He brought his boys over the other night to plug a guitar in and jam with me in the garage. We go back to the mid-seventies, and we’re now closer than we’ve ever been.
↑ Ah, Richard Iacono. My best friend when I was four years old. We were on the T-ball Pirates together. Lived on my block; our moms were friends. We got picked on by the same bullies on the block. He still has a scar on his forehead from an accident in my backyard. We go back to 1973.
↓ There he is. Brian Richey. He looked just like Nicholas from Eight is Enough back in the day. Lived in another neighborhood during the elementary school years, but we got really close in junior high in about 1981. One of our favorite after-lunch pastimes was to hock loogies on the ceiling of the boys’ bathroom and see how low we could get ’em to hang without breaking.
↑ John Matich. My next-door neighbor from 1981-1987. Also a pitcher for the Giants, a rival team to our Padres in about 1980. They were the best team in the league, handing our asses to us in a pre-season scrimmage game and beating us something like 23 to nothing. We came back that same season and beat ’em in the World Series to win the championship. I remember JD Torres and I opened up one of those games with back-to-back dingers. It was what dreams were made of. John was pissed as hell. We spent some quality golden years together; great summers, knew his mom and dad, knew his brothers, went camping together, etc. Love that guy. ↓
↑ Franki Franko. My third-grade girlfriend. I remember her cute little Dorothy Hamill haircut. (I probably had the same one.) We were the two best spellers in Mrs. Linkletter’s class. Here we are, bringing back that vintage 1978 puppy love.
↓ Noelle Jensen. Lived down the block from 1981-1987. Lots of memories, some of them involving a jacuzzi. I was pleased to notice that I’m finally taller than her now. Noelle!
↑ Ken Kordich. We hooked up with him and his lady prior to the bash. One thing he remembers most about our childhood relationship is when he was playing second base for the Giants and a team named the Padres embarrassed them. He still carries emotional scars from the experience.
↓ Gary Wilkerson. He was on the T-ball Pirates with Richard Iacono and me. We go back to 1974. He was a few months older than most of us, and was the first to have a car during the high school days. A white station wagon. We eventually ended up calling him Lloyd, and said station wagon was the Lloydmobile, hauling about ten of us to lunch every day. We must’ve hit Burger King six hundred times in that thing. LLOYD!!!
↑ Ramona Rodriguez. Mona. The cute chick who was down with the metal. Ozzy!!! \m/
↓ Katrina Murphy. Trina. Eight kids. Amazing. Looks great.
↑ Claudia. She was in Mr. Calise’s invitation-only Humanities class I had in senior year that I’ll always remember as one of my favorite scholastic experiences. It had a college-prep flavor to it, and it got us all thinking. Claudia always struck me as a smart mind I wanted to know more about.
↑ Huber. Now a doctor. Also in Calise’s class.
↓ Leonard Miller! After high school I couldn’t even begin to tell you how many bro-deals he cut me at the check-out line at a supermarket that will remain unnamed. Originally met in baseball as cross-town All-Star rivals, then hooked up closer in high school.
↑ Joe Calise. (No relation to Mr. Calise that I’ve ever been aware of.) We go back to about 1982. Joe was one of those big guys that grew hair under his arms a couple years before you did. I always made an effort to stay on his good side for fear of him giving me a melvin, hanging my underwear from the flagpole, and sticking my head in the toilet. He also had the coolest car in high school, a red IROC Z-28. Then he wrecked it and got a blue one like a week later. That spoiled bastard. (Love you, Joe!)
↓ Don Crow. Have you ever had that person in your life that everybody knew, but you didn’t? Then months turned into years, and the next thing you know there’s this person that’s your classmate, but you’ve never even had a conversation together? That’s my Don Crow.
↑ Andy Boysen. We go back to kindergarten. I think. He was also in Calise’s class. Looking at this photo gives me deja-vu. He looks like his dad!
↓ Domicoli. Dates back to 1981. A brother in metal. My image of Joe will always be wearing an Iron Maiden “Piece of Mind” jersey.
↑ Jeff Perez. Knew him from baseball from the early eighties. Left-handed, with similar baseball skills as me. We were platooned in centerfield during high school in jayvees, he being the lefty, me being the righty.
↓ Anthony Cvitanich?
↑ Armando Bello! From junior high. He had a brother George as well. I always liked the Bello brothers. They were supercool to me.
↓ Bong! From another part of town, but we had Weight Lifting in 10th grade. I remember in the nineties, on a night about 3am, I turned on the TV. I saw Bong on Ultimate Fighting! It was painful to watch, if you know what I mean. “STOP THE FIGHT!!! I KNOW THAT GUY!!!”
↑ Marty Katz. Totally below-the-radar guy, much like myself. Not even in the yearbook. He’s now a jazz cat living in New Orleans.
↓ Noelle and Dozer.
↑ Noelle and Trina.
↓ Trina and Naylor.
↑ Naylor and Marty.
↓ With Noelle.
↑ With our bro Hector, five years our senior. He drove us downtown for the bash, allowing us to be carless for what came next.
↓ Lady Kordich taking a picture of a bunch of dudes up against the wall at San Pedro Brewing Company.
↓ A bunch of dudes.
Nice! Btw, Marty Katz probably hates jazz. You should have picked his brain about music. …you would’ve found a similar taste. METAL!
Oh, you should probably put your high school photo up, too…. seeing as though you got the award at the reunion for PERSON WHO’S MOST CHANGED. Hahah! Gotta love the mini-mullet! 😉
For your McFlyvian pleasure: it’s already here.
ps: Marty and I briefly talked about the New Orleans jazz connection, and I didn’t get the impression he wasn’t feeling that groove. How can a dude named Katz hate jazz? I gotta have a word with that guy…
The fact that you remember exactly which classes you had with whom and what car they drove, is frightening and impressive at the same time.
Trina’s got a batch of memories on her own blog as well. Check ’em out.
Great job Jace, where’s your “before” all growed up picture? Why aren’t you smiling in any of your pics either? I saw you almost fallin’ down laughing so what is up with the serious Johnny Depp stare? LOL
So cool that Marty guy, couldnt remember him… Oh ya. Joe Calise and his Camaros (Z-28 and Iroc). One morning Guy Sedillo picked me up in his Porche (928 or something), and here we are at the stop light at Western Ave. and Weymouth. A red Camaro Z-28 (Joe), and red Porche….something (Guy). The light turned green, tires smoked then about ten seconds later I am telling Guy to slow down, just then at 9th st., a woman and her kid make a left hand turn in front of Joe. There went the Z-28, here comes the Iroc! Great pictures Jace, but where is Jerry Marsees picture?
Great pictures, and I love all your commentaries! Love your sense of humor I never got to say hello to Paul Gallarza — he must think I’m so rude, but I just didn’t recognize him that night! ((Sorry Paul!)) So Jace….you need to tell me if you enjoyed growing up with so many siblings. I often wonder what all my kids are thinking and if they will look back at their childhood and like that they had such a full house — or not. Like, if they all grow up to have just one child — then I guess I’ll have my answer! Tell Mike Naylor that I added a story to my blog under his photo. I’m wondering if he’ll remember that day. Probably not, seeing as though we were only five years old!
Keep in touch, okay?
@Trina: I’ll pass your words on to Paulie and Naylor for you. Regarding siblings, I actually have four brothers, and two baby sisters. In that order. I’m the oldest. Seven total with the same parents, so at eight, you’ve one-upped my mom! My baby sister Heather is 20 years my junior, and just graduated high school. I’m actually more like an uncle, as we’ve never even lived under the same roof. I’ll get back to you on the sidelines!
@Rob: I do remember that morning at 9th and Western. I must’ve gotten there a few minutes after you. Glad nobody was hurt. Worse things have certainly happened on Western Avenue.
I didn’t know Jerry Marsee was there, but Trina has a pic of him on her blog.
@ kerri richey: Nice to meet you the other night, and congrats on baby Gracious Ann! I love your hub. We all do. You landed one of the best of ’em.
You’re absolutely right about the stare. It’s probably a subconscious effort to look cooler than I really am. It’s something I’ve done ever since I can remember.
Jace, you have put together a classic trip down memory lane. What about New Year’s Eve around ’92 ….. that is about as much as I can say, or remember!
Dude, I do remember. Was it ’92? I’m gonna guess ’91. The ol’ Tasman Sea. Busted! Oh man, that was bad timing, eh? LOL.
hey jace, that was agreat reunion, dude i like the pictures of everybody there. hope to see you around. my son was tripping out about what you wrote about me and the iron maiden shirt. he said you listened to that stuff????? he don’t know the half of it. c-ta joe dom
Hey everyone my musical taste is eclectic; I like several types of music.
Now that I live in New Orleans, the jazz, metal and punk scenes are incredible.
People actually go out to see music on a regular basis.
Where I live next to the French Quarter there are about 12 clubs within ½ a mile that have live music almost every night.
Sure, I still play bass in a punk rock band and I went to see Napalm Death a couple of months ago, but now my taste in music has expanded.
If you want to see a picture of me at San Pedro High, look at the 1986 year book and you’ll see R.J. and I, standing at our favorite wall.
Jace, Love it!!! Came home from work today to find out that my 10-year-old sixth grader had googled “Franki Franko” and found these pictures. After making fun of my ’87 poodle do, she wanted to know who the bearded man was that I was hugging at a party. Imagine my surprise when I checked it out! She was so shocked to find out that I had a boyfriend in 3rd grade (It was LOVE), that I couldn’t even tell my innocent little girl, whom I plan on keeping away from the boys until college, that Brian Richey (too cute as the Adam Rich lookalike) was my boyfriend in 4th grade, followed by Rob Mendoza (Shaggy R.M. to me), followed by Benj (my first kiss). It was really a walk down memory lane looking through your photos, as I too went to school from kindergarten on with most of these kids. I won’t even begin to discuss some of the crazy experiences with the others that I met at Dodson and continued through high school with because I have a feeling Cassidy may be sharing this website with some of her friends! Joe C., keep quiet. You know way too much. I will just say that high school would not have been the same for me without the MATICH MOBILE! Boy, he sure put up with a lot from me, Stacy Gonzalez, and Mishie Mirabal. I’m so glad I went to the reunion. It was great to see everybody under the best of circumstances. As you get older, you realize just how special it was growing up in our small town.
P.S. Anthony Cvitanich is my quasi-cousin. His uncle and my dad were roommates during the post-divorce swinging seventies. He’s one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet.
Jace, awsome pictures, never get tired of looking at them. I told my dad once , that I had the best childhood growing up in our neiborhood. The friends we’ve made and grown up with, well, I just get all emotional. Love you bro.
wow – i came across this site by total accident and remember so many of the faces especially Joe Domicoli – omg i tally forgot that name up until now, trina murphy and noel jensen, franki franko, andrew b – this shit is driving me nuts…wow???????
yo dude wats up!!!!!!!!!! i hav not seen u since the reunion!!!! i am wondering wat your fone number is.could you give it to me. mine is [home] 1310-548-XXXX,and my fone is 1310-480-XXXX.please give me a call.seeya later.
to my fellow class mates, i my not have graduated with you guys,and i got in trouble all the time. I just want you all to know i did get a GED,and I haveseveral certifacations in airconditioning, refrigeration,welding, and i am licenced to work with refrigeration in all appliences that take refrigeration. I am also an electrition.
my job title is a reefer mechanic, I also have a small bussness doing HVAC. mostly repair and sometimes replace a/c units and refrigeration equiptment in resturants.
I am clean and sobor, and have 4 daughters that i am raizing Gabby is my 14 year old , Danielle is my 12year old, Carley is my 4 year old, and madison is my 1 year old. Jamie is my wife and we have a good life.
I would like to congratulate everyone that graduated back in the day, I would have loved to been on the stage with you,but i was lost in the smoke. If anyone wants to get at me my space me..
WOW. WHAT A GREAT VIEW DOWN MEMORY LANE AT THE REUNION. HOW I CAME ACROSS THESE PHOTOS I DON’T KNOW. NOT TO COMPUTER SAVVEY. FRANKI FRANKO AND I WENT TO THE REUNION TOGETHER AND HAD A BLAST. IT WAS GREAT TO SEE ROB , MATICH, JOE, ANDY AND I CAN KEEP GOING ON. WE WE’RE SO LUCKY TO GROW UP IN OUR LITTLE PEDRO TOWN , SO CLOSE , AND SMALL. I MISS IT, BUT NOW LIVE IN h.b. and own a salon in seal beach. WE SHOULD KEEP IN TOUCH AND TRY TO GET TOGETHER AT LEAST ONCE IN A WHILE. NEVER WILL FORGET THE GOOD OLD SOUTH SHORE – PEDRO MEMORIES. WE ALL HAVE GOOD STORIES TO TELL. I STILL MOURN THE LOSE OF DEWEY YOUNG THE FIRST LOVE OF MY LIFE…. HE IS RESTING IN PEACE WITH HIS SURFBOARD . ROB MENDOZA YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
Wish I could have made it! I live in Palm Desert and I wasn’t kept in the loop. You all look so great! Anyone that would like to say hello, feel free to write me to firstname.lastname@example.org or you can find me on Facebook at Jen Allen. I look forward to hearing from some of you. You all look great, especially the guys!
Love all the pictures & your comments. You did a great job! I can’t believe I missed our 20th reunion. Will there be a 25th reunion?? I have became a Southern Bell, lived in Atlanta GA for 14 yrs now. I recognized old friends from HS yearbook pictures, not sure if I would recognize any of old friends now