John Palmer

Morristown High School

Class of 1975

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First Name	John
Last Name	Palmer
Graduation Year	Class of 1975
Gender	Male
City	N/A
State/Province	OR
Country	United States
Occupation	Self Employed
Married	Divorced
Favorite School Memory	Early am in smoking area with B Gibney: just took in biiig drag black hash, Principal & VP came aound corner and walked right up to B, talked almost 3 min, with B's eyes watering and trying to hold in smoke,,,,when they left he exhaled,nothing, then almost passed out. Sonny Holt breaking out of practice to come on hippy hill for a toke, and right back to practice. Going to see so many great shows at the Acadamy of Music, Lincoln Center, MSG & the Felt Forum, and all the clubs: Lou Reed, Frank Zappa, Pink Floyd (remember cutting class to go up to Paul E.'s house and listen to "Dark Side of the Moon" over and over? . Coffee at Frank's before school. Rolling in the leaves at Ft Nonsense with a girl and getting busted with leaves on our backs and hair by our friends. Streaking across the athletic field in January, Racing around the cinder track on a minibike only to be chased off by Custodian on a tractor...what a race!. Hiding from my uncle Jim (Beaver) as much as possible. Being a smartass, and general slacker. Wondering if Denise H. (from Morris Plains) ever gave it up, and wishing that I'...(read more)
About Me	Everything. Drank like fish for 25yrs, quit 95. Married probably the nicest best looking woman I've ever met. Got divorced. Stayed 6'1" and 185lbs, Didn't die young, or leave a good looking corpse, (although I did enough fast living, that I THOUGHT I owouldnt make it to 30. Been rich in foreign countries, and homless in america. Fought most of my battles in bars and alleyways, now I fight em with my mind and my vocabulary, instead of my hands, elbows, knees and toes (knees and toes...) Now, I am thinking about getting a travelling kitchen, following the summer Concert Trail (Dead, String Cheese, etc) and catering good food to all the starving hippy kids for cheap. Then in the winter, drive down to a beach in Mexico, and make hamburgers, pizzas and peanut butter cookies for homesick americanos....Final goal is a 38foot sailboat, off into the sunset by mysel...(read more)