United States Naval Academy - Lucky Bag Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

Page 283 text:

rnKmrnnmm Z-: ■ i Christopher R. Karnbach Bonkers Winston-Salem, North Carolina History, Navy Pilot How did Bonkers end up here at the uncoUege ' ' For four years Buck and Lou have searched for an answer, without success. What we have learned is that in spit of his mentality and inherent wildness. Chris is one helluva guy. Who will ever forget those plebe summer nights when Chris jammed on his banjo, rocking bis classmates to the sound of Foggy Mountain Breakdomi- The native New Yorker spent plebe year rowing crew and fmding new ways to convince his roommates that his threats of physical violence would be backed up by his mafia connections in Brooklyn. Life as a crew jock was short lived for our boy. Returning from France (where he got lost in Paris). Chris decided that youngster year was going to be a good year, dropping Mech E in favor of History. He spent most of his time in search of women, beer. rock roU. and more beer! Drink beer, drive fast ■ right Chris ' Second class year brought much of the same madness. His sweetheart picture frame could be compared to a revolving door as he lived up to his personal motto of I live to love. Chris journeyed to France once again during first class summer, finding himself surrounded by many European beauties. Chris returned to USSA for one last time, jommg Buck ' s Porsche club and finding out that he could pick up high school girls in his smooth machine. Weekends found him with the boys at local woman ' s colleges, area nightclubs and of course John ' s, where the party never ends. Never losing his partying intensity. Bonks continually raged throughout the year. He finally got his nifty little car out of the shop, and the only direction that he ' s headed is north to Goucher. Chris is destined to raise hell in P-cola with the Buck and fly high forever. Chris. Pat, Louie. Separately they came, together they were, forever they will be. PEB Carlos P. Kizzee Dallas. Texas Operations Analysis. Marine Corps Carlos arrived at the Academy via Dallas, Texas, and this place has never been the same! Although living with him for these years has been an experience in itself, he wasn ' t around much because he was always out meeting the rest uf the Brigade and ensuring that morale was high and encouraging those of us who desperately need it. If he didn ' t know at least half the members of Canoe U . it would be surprising. He was obviously practicing for his career as a ground pounder, especially when he started getting E.I. on his OO-RAH technique. Z won ' t be remembered for being class president for 2 years, or his ever encouraging words, or his radiant personality; his faith in God and the desire to share the peace and joy of Jesus Christ is his trademark and was. and is. his number one priority. Colossians 1:28-29 says It best. And we proclaim Him. admonishing every man and teaching every man with all wisdom that we may present every man complete m Christ. And for this purpose also I labor, striving according to his power, which mightily works within me. Los cares about people like no one else and is loved and respected by ail for his dedication to serving others. What a grunt this Cowboy is gonna make! Is the Corps ready for him With that extra muscle, he can ' t lose. Thanks for being a part of a great Academy experience! Take care. God Bless, and keep shining His light nith all vou meet! Joseph Stephen Konicki Jumpin ' Joe Houston, Texas Physical Science, Surface Warfare Jumpin ' Joe came to Fun One in the summer of ' 80 with no more insight than a 1976 USNA catalog could supply. Heck, this certified Good Ole Boy felt he would make Admiral in six months . . . plebe summer changed all of that A 5 semester battle with the Mechanical Engineering Department and two Axe Boards convinced Joe Phi Sci would fit him just fine. He battled not only in school but also in track. The Williams brothers kept him in check with 7- Vps and the captainship never materialized. Momma V ' s chow and VKG enterprises kept him going while his Cadillac Fleetwood gave him a means for escape. Joe did earn his Pilot ' s license but saw his NFO hopes shattered. After all Joe. who ever said justice exists in the world Besides, Fleet Oilers can ' t be too bad. Joe found out early that knowledge comes to those who seek it and after 4 years. JRV. a Med cruise, a Pac cruise, and trips to A. C and the Ivy League, he learned plenty He departs while wishing all those who follow the best of luck in rea thing th eir goals. Pe trole um Engineering looms close on the horizon as does his very own airplane. No doubt he ' d do it again, in a heartbeat Norvan James Larson Norv Golden Valley, Minnesota Oceanography, Nuclear Power — Subs In July ' 80, when the Minnesota tundra finally thawed some. Nor,- came to VSNA in search of reality. Though still looking, his short tit really wasn ' t that long, was it?) stay in Annapolis brought some swell times. Buffy took this place very seriously plebe year, being top ICOR for Dickie, the token minority, and K-Fart. An independent type, he took it upon himself to spiffy clean the room alone for formal. ' ' , matching his stellar personal appear- ance. We still think be brassoed his teeth. Bv the time Norv figured out real mids don ' t studv. his life was indelibly changed by those wild and crazies KTB. MM and BDR. A good time in that room was growing under -desk fuzzies and testing Bloke ' s fury (they ' re lucky to SUTMVe). Many damp nights passed until 2 c year when lie roomed with his twin (they still get us confused). Nor - discovered Georgetown and the thrills of looking at girls but didn ' t believe in talking to them. Buffy was destined to be a megastriper as stars appeared, but spitting beer at the CO ' s wife wasn ' t career enhancing. Gator ' s were Norv ' s forte (free beer), and Saturdays were spent watching the ceiling spin. The Nordic warrior couldn ' t get no satisfaction until be flipped for fun in P.I. Beckoning 1 c year and a change of pace with Kev. Now Norv and his go-kart could ramble to Bev ' s or Sha s (where he traded to drive the bus to N.y.l. Norv finally saw the glow the day before the Nuke deadline, much to the gain of subs. His adopted parents consider him to always be their best man, and all his friends wish him the very best Good luck. Norv — L S C First Company 273

Page 282 text:

ma mms James J. Hamm III Jimmy Jack Cumberland, Rhode Island Oceanography, USMC Jim: a mystery inside an enigma wearing a pair of docks. Or leather jeans and a flannel shirt, incongruous. It ail settles into a pattern. Tuesday he ' d be full of resolution - to writ the many escaped friends, to study, to workout. OK. fine, but workout meant hitting the cemetery with Herb, or study meant his eyelids. Wednesday was for Harry ' s if be skipped practice; and drill, which Jim Uked at first, though his military ardor later sparked jump wings, a scuba mask, and a platoon at NAPS. Thursday- Only one more classday. so why not wrestle with joeclyde and pb or attend an ill fated but exciting concert ' ' The weekend began Friday, in Washington or the steam tunnels or Frederick or First Wing. Saturday brought tailgates (Boy Scout cooking@Natty Bo — 1st Co ambience), juggling wenches (look guys. 2 . . . 3 ■ -) Sunday. Jim too tired to do anything but waste time. Monday crowed hours too early, crept along, slithered between the sheets to an early afternoon end . . . Jims diligence at study, his widely respected sense of duty (though lately acquired) won him 2 prize summer vacations in Annapolis. And the friendship of most everyone worth knowing. He belonged in a Hemingway novel, brusque and sure and kind — there is infinite hope, but not for us. Alan L. Hollingsworth Al Milton, Florida General Engineering, Navy Air Al wasn ' t appointed to the Naval Academy, he was transferred. When be said All me blooming life he meant it. He got into plebe summer like a pig into stink. The addition of academics and his disappointment m the state of the Academy combined to demotivate him enough to drop thirty-one notches in the company ranking in one semester. Recovery was a long time in coming, but nothing could keep him down too long - his hope is in a world to come. After a brief encounter with EE. he discovered the General. His 50 ' ' roommate retention rate made him a perfect man for Tango Co commander. Most people thought Al was a quiet guy. but some knew better He always tried to keep an open ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on. A lover of fast cars and fast motorcycles, he soon hopes to find the world of fast planes. In God ' s grace he came to this place, and in it he goes. Louis M. Holtkamp Louie Titusville, Florida Applied Science, Marine Corps Bom in the Central American paradise of Costa Rica and raised in the tropics of Antigua. Louie migrated to sunny Titusville. Florida, where he began bis streak of terror He came to VSNA where he quickly learned that the police were not the only people in uniform who could cause him problems. Louie led the company during Plebe Summer and volunteered to bve with Opie. an impossible and short-lived arrangement. Plebe year saw the beginning of Louie ' s affair with the restriction squad, and his membership in that club became permanent. With Buck ' s advice, as well as that of the Academic Dean. Louie abandoned his engin- eering major and entered the realm of management. His weekends with the boys were spent in various gin mills throughout the eastern seaboard. As a result of the tragic Georgetown experience, Louie entered a period of reformation senior year. Louie ' s partying style has changed but his spirit of adventure and good times remains. He was an important member of the awesome USNA Rugby Club, abusing his body in every way. Louie ' s keen sense of competition was not restricted to the playing field, breaking many a young girl ' s heart whit his irresistable Latin charm. Louie has decided to offer his many talents to the Marine Corps, and we all know that he will find great successes in his career. It ' s been quite an experience living with you over the past four years, buddy. None of us will ever be the same. Louie. Pat and Chris. Separately they came, together they were, forever thev will be. CRK Richard Eldon Johnson Rick Virginia Beach, Virginia Systems Engineering, Surface Nuclear Power Rick Johnson, the only person to be carded a t McDonald ' s. has managed to remain looking young. When asked. How old is that kid in the baci . Rick immediately knew he was being addressed. Rick comes from a navy family, having endured alt those demanding moves from one home to another, living in such places as Panama, Spain, and once again. Virginia Beach. Looking as though he just crossed the Mexican border, there is no doubt that be has a natural aversion to cold weather, you know, below lO F. His size made him a shoe-in for coxswain. However, the combina- tion of the balmy January weather and early morning wake-ups didn ' t agree with his metabolism. Being no idle fool, or at least idle. Rick decided that his future lied with Systems Engineering . . . be still woes the day of that decision. Who needs weekends, particularly first class year, when one can spend them studying ES 402 and ES 408, etc It did give him a good background to be one of Hymie ' s boys. Ah. but life is so much better when the Super Bow! rolls around to find his Washington Redskins in yet another Super Bowl. Being such a devoted fan (who else has a Redskins pillow case ) Rick could be heard talking about next year, or was it last year . . . SKB 272 First Company P

Page 284 text:

tfS Mark McDowell Marco Goldshoro, North Carolina Mathematics, Nuclear Subs Marc had a thing about bizarre places, he was born in Teheran, moved to England, then North Carolina end finally showed up at Annapolis. The man has become a legend He tried hard enough. Wherever he strayed, he always came back with a story. He ' d wake you up most of the time so you could be impressed. Stories of countless girls left crushed and abused in his wake. He ' d just flash that naughty grin. Mark ' s career at the Academy has been filled with fun and achievement. Plebe year he incited riots between his roommates JSK and KTB. He got involved in a few of his own-poor Krems, he should never have fallen asleep in boxing class. Worrying about Brenda and her not yet letters made the year a tense one. Youngster year he buckled dorni and set his sights on a sword. His power-lifting and grades brought him to the top of the company. But never one to be dull, he kept instigating attscks - this time directed at BDR - as he sat back laughing- Second-Class year was another good one. except for the unwanted visitor his roommate had. The year ended in grand style with an N , an RX7 and an upcoming 3-striper job out of sight. Firstie vear, Marco grew tired of regular 3-striper libs and cut out on Secretary Weinberger For Shame ' But nothing slows him down. Mark is destined for fame after USNA. A little nip and tuck here and there, and voila! a GQ model - finally. So look out you sub-surface guys, here he comes. Groucho and all. Best of luck. Bubba. KTB Michael J. McGivney Moke Flemington, New Jersey Mathematics, Navy Air Mike hails from Flemington. which is located deep in the heart of that Sanitary landfill known as New Jersey. After spending a vear trimming down bis bloated form at the Marine Military Academy, Mike met bis ultimate destiny coming to Annapolis as a member of the class of 1984. A rugby player and a geek from start to finish, except for a q uick dis tas teful experience with foo t ball. Mike learned (like Steve did) that kool-aid can taste different too when he pulled up stakes and moved in with a couple of real men. Mike met his future spouse at a rugby party and has never been the same. Xlike ' s dedicated roommates have spent many hours trying to convince a thoroughly smitten Mike that there are other fish in the ocean, but Mike would hear none of it as he spent most of his free time oggUng diamond rings and drooling on pictures of Sharon. Mike ' s 280Z has logged so manv miles between Annapolis and Pennsylvania that he spends most of his time sitting around broke. We told you so Mike. With graduation in his sights, Mike has become a Navy NFO with high hopes for P-3 ' s. This decision really upset Hank who thought Mike would have made an excellent Marine. JDC Michael Dean Mueller Mules Bartlesville, Oklahoma Oceanography, Marine Corps Young, naive and impressionable, Mike left Bartlesville. Oklahoma in search of an adventure, a great way of life and with a desire to be all that he could be. From day one. he joined the proud at USNA the never understood why they were few) and set a strong pace for the rest of us. Mike majored in sleep, minored in Oceanography and managed to do well in both. A prime candidate for a fixture in the Midshipman sample room, Mikey baa been the model mid in everything he ' s done. He took max grief for being in D B plebe year ( Dad-gum guys, I could be Commander someday ' . ), jumped out of perfectly good airplanes second class summer ( Shucks fellas, there ' s nothing like it! ) and continued to lead as a company commander first class year. He ' ll be most remembered in FUN-ONE for his drilling expertise ( Column left-Halt ), his eating habits (peanut butter sausage with mayo and catsup on rye. hold the pickles), and his concern for others. We know Mike will Touch the face of God in high flight for the Corps, and continue to touch the hearts of people as well. As he departs Mother B . Mike leaves an outstand- ing example of faith in God ' s guidance. As Psalms 139 says: Where can I go from thy spirit ' ' Or where can I flee from thy presence If I ascend to heaven . . . If I take the wings of the dawn ... Even there thy hand will lead me. Press on for Jesus Christ. Broth er ■ Semper High ■ Fly High. Scott R. Noreika Norky Mystic, Connecticut Oceanography, Surface Scott was a normal, partying maniac at Kutztown State until, with a little help and prodding from his dad. he was accepted at Canoe V. Ironically, when he showed up for plebe summer he was put in a room with Glen, one of the few people older than him. Plebe vear was a time of decisions for Scott. He decided to stay at USNA and his girlfriend decided to leave him. He next turned his efforts to converting 65 Kutzstown credits into 18 USNA credits. Kind of disappointing when they told him that he ' ld have a good shot at a master ' s degree. The rest is only a blur now but we will never forget Scott ' s water battles with the boys, his acclaimed collection of designer underwear, and his never ending pursuit of the perfect and most timely fart. Glen may never forgive Norky when he was caught coming in with civies on while Scott, also in civies, was on the back seat floor. I know I ' ll be permanently scarred after seeing Scott dance in a red, lacy teddy in front of two local mid-chasers. But luckily. Scott eventually met Michele; the only girl wild and crazy enough to keep up with First class year gave Scotty plenty of time to workout and save money after his concept of dulv slipped and he got 7 weekends for hlowing-off Cap Weinberger. He needed the monev to fix his vintage 240Z which spent a record breaking 7 weeks in the shop. Now Scott ' s off to Pearl to drive a ship and I ' m sure that wherever he is there ' ll be a party. Best of luck and have fun!! CRB 274 First Company