In the last two weeks, that is the second person to contact me (albiet indirectly) from that period of my life.
So this is a picture of Nick Spatty (mentioned in my Eighth Grade Revisisted article), and his wife Deanne and two smaller humans I'll assume are their children. Good for you Nick, you made copies of yourself.
So let me guess Deanne, you were spousal-ego-surfing and found my page, would I be correct? Occam's Razor would agree.
The other is Leslie Varley, with whom I have been exchanging emails. He is currently in Japan, and offered this bit of wisdom in the most timely of manners now that my lease is up for renewal (and so many of my inner urges are telling me to escape this place): ...What are you going to do? you have any plans? I'd suggest staying where you are. theres nothing outside but more hell and it never gets better....being content is hell.
Jung called these instances synchronicity. Even those who believe only in what can be measured have to accept chaos. Chaos is the unmeasureable... and we can only go with the tide.
Deanne - 8/09/2005 01:59:00 AM
Well you are part right, i was just searching the last name, seeing as how well common it is? and stumbled across this entry, of course i couldn't take my eyes away lol.
Nick says he vaguely remembers the incident, and yes he did almost go pyscho, but coming to Australia in 1999 saved him ;)
Spatty - 8/09/2005 02:53:00 AM
Hello all, This is Nick Spatty here, and I think this has got to be one of the most rare things I have seen from that time. I vaguely remember getting hit with a door, but dont really remember you Chuck (sort of). I think there is a misconception here though. I was never really a sidekick to Paul. At one point he lived with me and my mom. I do not think Paul was ever a head hauncho either just an great guy that seemed to be sure of himself. I beleive that I did not leave until towards the end of 9th grade(freshman year). At the beginning of 8th I started hanging out with my group of friends: Chad and Delano(their sister),Dayton Wright,Luke Rich(and his brother), and Paul Varley. I have fond memories of that time in 8th and 9th, but Paul moved to Memphis before I moved to Louisiana. I also hung out with Leslie when they lived in Memphis for a week and had some nice conversaations. I have always wanted to get back into contact with all of my old friends. I never went psycho in middle school, b/c I always knew there was better times ahead for me. I am currently living in Australia with a beautiful wife, and two wonderful kids. I manage a Franchise retail company, work casually at EB games for a future position for manager, and am opening my own mortgage business as we speak. My life has payed off and will continue to do so I believe. I would greatly like anyone that remembers me, and wants to get back in touch to contact me anytime. I hold no grudges as we were all just adolescent kids. Thanks Chuck for reminding me of a few fond memories that I forgot. Including the fact that I could have had the right to go Columbine on everyone then. ~lol~ Later mates
Chuck - 8/09/2005 11:21:00 AM
My memories of that year are not as fond. I was bullied pretty bad, took some pretty bad injuries both physically and mentally. I had to carry a weapon to school and brandish it with deadly intent before I was left alone. Ask Chad about it. Don't let this dark statement leave you thinking that I'm bitter. I'm not, we were kids. But re-establishing relationships with some of those people is out of the question, especially since I never cared for them.
Sorry for any plot indiscrepancies, you know how memories can be malieable. Hell, I've told the story of the door so many times, it get's better every time I tell it!
I see Dayton periodically at the Sparta Walmart, he had a stint in the armed services, though which I cannot recall. Chad and Delano, I don't care about. I ran into Luke Rish at work about a year ago, he left me his number, I believe he's in Chicago now. Paul is still in Memphis, and Leslie is in Japan.
I don't guess that I was very memorable in those formative years. But you should have seen me in high school! Like every high schooler, I was for one shining moment of my life, on top of the world. What an illusion. Afterwards I was dropped into several years of fast food service, top of the world my ass. Now I'm a drug dealer for the nations largest retail drug chain.
I'll direct Leslie to your email now that I'm en communicato with him.
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