Lincoln Sudbury High School - Dyad Yearbook (Sudbury, MA)

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Lincoln-Sudbury Regional H.S. 390 Lincoln Road Sudbury, MA 01776 1989 Putting the Please’ Together

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2 Summer Summer Fun -Barry Kane Ah, the summer of 1988 . . . Three months that went by quicker than a Roger Clemens fastball. Three of the shortest months known to teenagers; three of the longest months in the eyes of our parents. As an impartial observ- er, I’d say that last summer was a good one by most standards. However, there was one drawback to those neverend- ing beach parties, picnics, and outside activities- Can you say “The Green- house Effect’? Yes, it was hot. Hot and humid. Hot, humid and horrrribly un- comfortable. As good an excuse to hit the surf as I’ve ever heard! This pre- sented a major problem to the fine folks at Boston Edison, though. It was virtually impossible for them to keep up with the demand for electricity. As an employee for a company that heavily relies on computers, power: surges did pose a threat to our well-being. Did I just mention working during James Andrews (89), Tad Horne (89) and Jesse Biddle (89) catch their breath while looking at the view from Mt. Moosilauke. Ben Hadar (89) catches a gust of wind in West Dennis, MA. At five a.m. on Friday, June 24 Cynthia Miekka (89) and Anna Balogh (89) huddled together at Scituate Beach to keep warm while watching the sun rise. Astrid Delori (89) and Sontine Kalba (89) sit back and watch Tom Stason (89) ride the waves on Silver Lake, in New Hampshire. the summer? We all know that our fa- vorite summertime activities required a monetary supply. Mucho dinero. Plus d’argent. Dough. How do we spell fi- nancial relief? E-m-p-l-o-y-m-e-n-t. I noticed, being one of those who are em- ployed, that on s ome nights, throngs of my fellow students were out having a veritable festival o’ fun watching all of the current films rented from my store. Often times, however, on my nights off, it was those same fellow students who were behind the cash register duti- fully assisting me. Virtually no one es- caped the working bug. What were the most popular legal ac- tivities during the summer? As far as | could tell, the high school population provided the local cinemas with three- quarters of their profits. What with “Big,” “Who Framed Roger Rabbit,” “Die Hard,” and countless others, we were drawn to the theaters l ike flies toa massive vat of old potato salad, which, by the way, is the stuff that your shoes stick to under the seats. The beaches were innundated with vacationing stu- | oo 3 i hae dents, that is, while they weren’t watch- ing movies. Tanning took on a whole new meaning, thanks to our diminish- ing ozone layer, which I wrote about earlier. Somebody pass the 50 strength sunblock! Of course, we also have a pack of freshly licensed juniors who envisioned driving their cars to school for the next two years, and parking free of care... no, wait. I don’t want to get into that. The summer of ’88 was also a time of goodbyes to friends, college bound. In late August early September, the class of ‘88 headed off all over the U.S. and abroad, to their respective learning sites. To the class of ’89, it was just a taste of the inevitable. After next sum- mer it is we who leave the legacy of senioritis to the class of 1990. Now, we have the wait. That long, long wait until next summer. Of course to get to next summer, we have to en- dure the longest three months of the year... winter. But that... is another story. ———