Scott Brown
1961
Aloha Cavaliers. When first saw the new website, I thought I just have to share also. I hadn't thought of favorite teachers for a long while and that led to all sorts of memories. So, here is my elevator story.
Like Mike Young, I was a baseball player and that 1965 team was made up of a bunch of my close friends that I knew forever: Dave Landress, Mark Schaffer, Joe English, John Hicks, Ron Taft, Lloyd Timm, George "Bookie" Malloy", Dave Carnell...and Mr Young and I were cub coaches at Northridge Jr. High together. So I was really bummed when our family had to move after my sophomore year. My Dad owned a cabinet shop (I grew up eating saw dust) and he had the opportunity to expand by moving "over the hill" to. But i did get to see a couple of Cleveland games that year and I was able to see the championship game. I was really glad for my teammates and our school....such a great team! I was also really bummed, because I had fallen into crazy love for a girl, Linda, in my history class, but i was so shy I hadn't been able to make any kind of move. So I was hoping that maybe in my Junior year I would get up the guts to get into action (I was pathetic...I hope a few of you can relate) I wish i could remember her name, Babeman? Booman?, she was cute and funny and perfect!
I did get to play a couple of varsity seasons at Simi High in baseball, football, and basketball. It turned out that football is what got me into Cal Lutheran in Thousands Oaks.
I had buddies return from the Airborne Division and the Green Beret song had just hit, so I quit Cal Lutheran after my freshman year of football to go win a Green Beret: that uniform and team looked like the major leagues to me. I then went to the Military Police Academy down in Augusta, Georgia, then off for some special training, and wound up being assigned to the "4th Army Flight Detachment", via Fort Sam Houston, stationed at Randolph AFB, Texas. I pulled Security for "Army One" for nearly two years (the big Sikorsky helicopters you see the President on) which was the equivalent to what the Marines did in Washington DC, however we went into "Special Mission" when President Johnson came home to the Ranch in Texas. I got to travel all over the deep South, made the trip to Hawaii when the President traveled there and Vietnam in '66 and got to spend close to six months down in Uruguay when we sailed down there for the "South American Presidential Summit Meeting" in 1967. I also got to play baseball and football for the Fort Sam teams, so my war years were educational and enjoyable, unlike what many of our classmates and friends experienced in the war. A salute for our heroes, each and everyone.
Like Mike Young, I was a baseball player and that 1965 team was made up of a bunch of my close friends that I knew forever: Dave Landress, Mark Schaffer, Joe English, John Hicks, Ron Taft, Lloyd Timm, George "Bookie" Malloy", Dave Carnell...and Mr Young and I were cub coaches at Northridge Jr. High together. So I was really bummed when our family had to move after my sophomore year. My Dad owned a cabinet shop (I grew up eating saw dust) and he had the opportunity to expand by moving "over the hill" to. But i did get to see a couple of Cleveland games that year and I was able to see the championship game. I was really glad for my teammates and our school....such a great team! I was also really bummed, because I had fallen into crazy love for a girl, Linda, in my history class, but i was so shy I hadn't been able to make any kind of move. So I was hoping that maybe in my Junior year I would get up the guts to get into action (I was pathetic...I hope a few of you can relate) I wish i could remember her name, Babeman? Booman?, she was cute and funny and perfect!
I did get to play a couple of varsity seasons at Simi High in baseball, football, and basketball. It turned out that football is what got me into Cal Lutheran in Thousands Oaks.
I had buddies return from the Airborne Division and the Green Beret song had just hit, so I quit Cal Lutheran after my freshman year of football to go win a Green Beret: that uniform and team looked like the major leagues to me. I then went to the Military Police Academy down in Augusta, Georgia, then off for some special training, and wound up being assigned to the "4th Army Flight Detachment", via Fort Sam Houston, stationed at Randolph AFB, Texas. I pulled Security for "Army One" for nearly two years (the big Sikorsky helicopters you see the President on) which was the equivalent to what the Marines did in Washington DC, however we went into "Special Mission" when President Johnson came home to the Ranch in Texas. I got to travel all over the deep South, made the trip to Hawaii when the President traveled there and Vietnam in '66 and got to spend close to six months down in Uruguay when we sailed down there for the "South American Presidential Summit Meeting" in 1967. I also got to play baseball and football for the Fort Sam teams, so my war years were educational and enjoyable, unlike what many of our classmates and friends experienced in the war. A salute for our heroes, each and everyone.
When I returned home, I went to Pierce for a year, played baseball for the UCLA Casey Stengel league team and hit the homer that won the Stengel World Series (my old buddy Dave Landress was our shortstop). I was planning on walking on to the baseball program, but my wife (yes I married Linda, but it was the wrong Linda) had bolted to Oregon with the 2 boys (her parents had moved to Portland). So I partied for a little while with my crazy friends and brother, and when she didn't come home, I moved to Oregon.
I enrolled in college but to make a long story short, I took a summer job selling new Fords and instantly was a high roller. For some reason, the selling game was for me. I took a management job in Bend, Oregon: 300 days of sunshine, making a six figure income, and playing lots of ball. I took up windsurfing on the Columbia Gorge, and when I won a trip to Hawaii and got in the water on the windward side of Oahu, Lanikai and Kailua, I was "home". I made the move permanently about 90 days later, dragging my brother Randy with me. We were both going through divorces (my second: no it was not Linda this time). It will be 19 years in March that Hawaii has been home.
I had found good jobs for us in the Auto industry. I had cleaned up my act by finding help in a 12 step program (no wonder the wives kept leaving). I had close to a year of the program when we moved, found a great beach meeting that met every morning before I was off to work, and my life began to change. I found hope. And I found sharing that hope made me whole.
I fell in love in love with Kim and we have been married 18 years. We could not find work for her, so we bought a little beachwear store just off the beach, Lanikai Beachwear, and soon my real job became fitting bikinis and working for a tough boss, the wife (remember my Daddy had told me, "happy wife, happy life". Today I am a well trained hubby.
Eleven years ago, Kim became very ill, the doctors weren't sure what was wrong. I was sure with her symptoms, and with all the cancers our family had been plagued with in a short couple of years, she had it too. We wound up giving Herbalife, a L.A. based wellness nutrtion company, a try and she was symptom free in 6 weeks. The recovery was so dramatic, virtually everyone we met wanted products, and in such a short span our income exploded and gave us the seed money to live the life we have today. It gave us a wonderful way to be of service to people.
We have six beachwear stores, four on Oahu and two on Maui, and to oversee the whole deal, we began sailing our little 35 foot catamaran 8 years ago, and try to be in Maui for the Holidays through April, when the Humpbacks are down from Alaska giving birth to the new "little" ones. It is a magical time, and we love to take out friends.
Aristotle wrote, "the meaning of life is happiness...". The Course in Miracles reveals, "to heal is to make happy...healing is the thought of two minds perceiving their oneness and being glad". I have learned that we are ALL Cavaliers, and none of us is alone. See you at the gathering in October next year.
Aloha, Scott
I enrolled in college but to make a long story short, I took a summer job selling new Fords and instantly was a high roller. For some reason, the selling game was for me. I took a management job in Bend, Oregon: 300 days of sunshine, making a six figure income, and playing lots of ball. I took up windsurfing on the Columbia Gorge, and when I won a trip to Hawaii and got in the water on the windward side of Oahu, Lanikai and Kailua, I was "home". I made the move permanently about 90 days later, dragging my brother Randy with me. We were both going through divorces (my second: no it was not Linda this time). It will be 19 years in March that Hawaii has been home.
I had found good jobs for us in the Auto industry. I had cleaned up my act by finding help in a 12 step program (no wonder the wives kept leaving). I had close to a year of the program when we moved, found a great beach meeting that met every morning before I was off to work, and my life began to change. I found hope. And I found sharing that hope made me whole.
I fell in love in love with Kim and we have been married 18 years. We could not find work for her, so we bought a little beachwear store just off the beach, Lanikai Beachwear, and soon my real job became fitting bikinis and working for a tough boss, the wife (remember my Daddy had told me, "happy wife, happy life". Today I am a well trained hubby.
Eleven years ago, Kim became very ill, the doctors weren't sure what was wrong. I was sure with her symptoms, and with all the cancers our family had been plagued with in a short couple of years, she had it too. We wound up giving Herbalife, a L.A. based wellness nutrtion company, a try and she was symptom free in 6 weeks. The recovery was so dramatic, virtually everyone we met wanted products, and in such a short span our income exploded and gave us the seed money to live the life we have today. It gave us a wonderful way to be of service to people.
We have six beachwear stores, four on Oahu and two on Maui, and to oversee the whole deal, we began sailing our little 35 foot catamaran 8 years ago, and try to be in Maui for the Holidays through April, when the Humpbacks are down from Alaska giving birth to the new "little" ones. It is a magical time, and we love to take out friends.
Aristotle wrote, "the meaning of life is happiness...". The Course in Miracles reveals, "to heal is to make happy...healing is the thought of two minds perceiving their oneness and being glad". I have learned that we are ALL Cavaliers, and none of us is alone. See you at the gathering in October next year.
Aloha, Scott
This is Kim and I at our shop in Lahaina on Maui in 2012
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Our Herbalife Team from Oregon, enjoying a Hawaiian visit in 2008
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My brother Randy (front) and I paddling in the waters off of La'nai
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My wife, Kim, and our two "kids", off the coast of Maui
A long lost (but now found) photo from our wedding. Kim sure looks beautiful.
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In 2013 i was fortunate to win the Golf Channel "Hawaii Regional Championship Senior Snead Flight", played at Kapalua, Maui
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Family Shot (from left): My daughter Grace, my granddaughter Anmarie, myself and my wife Kim, in front of one of our Hawaiian beachwear shops
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COMMENTS
Hi Scott~ I remember playing kick the can , cowboys & Indians & War with you & your brother & Allen. I will never forget the day he was killed. Dad died in Oct 2012 at 93 years old still in the same house on Hemmingway.My class reunion is Oct 2014 (the class of 64 50th) and I look forward to seeing you at the class of 65 in Oct, 2015! I was in the Army for 36 years & retired as an LTC & still work for West Point.
Pat O'Doul
Pat O'Doul
Aloha Pat,
Great to hear from you! What happy memories you brought up...I hadn't thought of those games & days for a long while... Our war games were intense...it was a good neighborhood and awesome time and place to grow up...I think of Gill almost everyday...I loved him like a brother and his family...I put him on the scorecard when I golf by myself...he beats me quite a bit...West Point! The history and tradition, I would love to walk those hallowed grounds some day.
Lost my Dad 8 years ago...he was 81, and Mom year ago New Year's Day, she was 83.
Look forward to seeing you at the reunion, and my most respectful salute to you Sir, heroes like you are what protects our "Land of the free, home of the brave"
God's peace,
Scott Brown
Great to hear from you! What happy memories you brought up...I hadn't thought of those games & days for a long while... Our war games were intense...it was a good neighborhood and awesome time and place to grow up...I think of Gill almost everyday...I loved him like a brother and his family...I put him on the scorecard when I golf by myself...he beats me quite a bit...West Point! The history and tradition, I would love to walk those hallowed grounds some day.
Lost my Dad 8 years ago...he was 81, and Mom year ago New Year's Day, she was 83.
Look forward to seeing you at the reunion, and my most respectful salute to you Sir, heroes like you are what protects our "Land of the free, home of the brave"
God's peace,
Scott Brown
Scott: As a lifelong friend, it's good to see you represented on our website and for our Class of 1965. Very much looking forward to you and Kim joining the big event in 2015. And please bring some of that Aloha Spirit with you .
Pete Senoff
Pete Senoff