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02-21-2006, 10:59 AM

John Stewart is a singer/songwriter who deserves more recognition. I heard him live once at a little club in Mancos, Colorado, of all places, and he was great!

BTW, at my high school, the homecoming queen had to be one of the 5 head cheerleaders. The homecoming king had to be a member of the football team. There would be a big pageant in the school auditorium with the finale being the crowning of the homecoming queen. All 5 cheerleaders would be sitting anxiously up on the stage awaiting the outcome of the vote. Whoever got the crown was supposed to break into tears of joy and the other 4 were supposed to rush up and give her insincere hugs of congratulation. We always played our arch cross town rival for the event and had a parade, complete with marching band and floats. There was a bonfire ceremony, too, with kids dressed up as Indians running around it making war whoops. And, of course, the homecoming prom. One year my date to the prom just so happened to be black. I will never forget the look of outrage on one of the elderly chaperone's face when we were dancing together. Prejudice dies a long, slow death, if it dies at all.

02-21-2006, 10:59 AM	#5
marichiko Guest Posts: n/a	John Stewart is a singer/songwriter who deserves more recognition. I heard him live once at a little club in Mancos, Colorado, of all places, and he was great! BTW, at my high school, the homecoming queen had to be one of the 5 head cheerleaders. The homecoming king had to be a member of the football team. There would be a big pageant in the school auditorium with the finale being the crowning of the homecoming queen. All 5 cheerleaders would be sitting anxiously up on the stage awaiting the outcome of the vote. Whoever got the crown was supposed to break into tears of joy and the other 4 were supposed to rush up and give her insincere hugs of congratulation. We always played our arch cross town rival for the event and had a parade, complete with marching band and floats. There was a bonfire ceremony, too, with kids dressed up as Indians running around it making war whoops. And, of course, the homecoming prom. One year my date to the prom just so happened to be black. I will never forget the look of outrage on one of the elderly chaperone's face when we were dancing together. Prejudice dies a long, slow death, if it dies at all. Last edited by marichiko; 02-21-2006 at 11:01 AM.

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