(Photo courtesy of Lucio Arellano, LakewoodFootball.com )
5:00 a.m., Tuesday morning. I never really get up this early to do something that happens once in a year. Actually, this would be the first time in eight years that I would do this on my own terms.
After a quick snack of cinnamon raisin bagels and Tang, I race-walked to the bus stop at the corner of 25th St. and Santa Fe Avenue to catch the first bus heading eastbound. I was amazed at how fast my legs went. They knew that I was an alumnus on a mission.
From West Long Beach, it takes about 45 minutes to get to Lakewood High School when you take into consideration traffic and other passengers getting on board. The third bus passing by Centralia Avenue and Briercrest Street is full of students heading down for classes.
I took a gander at some students who had dues to pay. The backup kicker, bless his heart, had over $200.00 to pay to the banker. Yikes. Usually, most students pay less than ten dollars on average, or not at all.
Glancing through the cafeteria window, I saw how the old class shields compared with the newer ones. In the past, it was just red and white only. And...
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