That was my Mom said in a phone conversation back in the 80's. To say she was understating his predicament would be to say BP was underestimating the anger of Americans after the gulf oil spill.
My old debate coach was indeed in trouble. Having been removed from his teaching job after one of my classmates returned from California and accused him of sexual impropriety, he turned to being the coke don of Seattle. After that an ugly divorce, a child custody battle and then an armed man attacking on his wife resulting in the death of their young son ended up with my old debate maestro ending up in jail on drug and murder charges.
It's a very convoluted story to tell so I'm just going to leave the link to the story here and let all of you read what happened.
http://www.seattlepi.com/archives/1986/8601250648.asp
As I told my Mom at the time, that's more than a little trouble. That's whole sheetpile of trouble.
Recently I started talked on Facebook with one of my old debate buddies from back in the day. (Another Facebook miracle as my new/old friend Laura Nooney replied the other day.) it brought back some of the old memories.
Our debate team was the stuff of sitcoms, actually. We were from a white trash town up north but we consistently ranked at the top of the state rankings.
Most of the other top teams were from the upper middle class suburbs of Seattle (Newport, Woodway and Sammamish High Schools) or the top private schools in the area (Gonzaga, Bellermine, Holy Names) and the sight of a bunch of rugrats from Lynnwood winning trophies and winning championships really frosted their hides. It was real life Good Will Hunting scenario and we rubbed their noses in it every chance we got. We were incredibly obnoxious, cheated whenever we could get away with it, and we were lead by a coach who looked and acted like he was the spawn of Satan.
Seriously, dude looked like Satan. Goatee and all.
Then the came the 80's. John Hughes was the rage in films and cocaine was the rage in the clubs of Seattle. That's when everything fell apart for our coach. As you can see from the above article.
Lynnwood's a lot different now. Our hometown got paved over to install hotels, shopping malls and fast food restaurants. Our high school became a haven for the children of Southeast Asian refugees. (At one point in the mid-90's half of the Cambodian presidential cabinet residing in Lynnwood, WA.)
But at one time, a bunch of hick kids dominated the awards stands at debate tournaments all over the state of Washington. And it was good.
Pictured above. Our beloved old Lynnwood High School as me and my friends knew it and the brand new 100 million dollar Lynnwood HS that opened just last year. Almost makes me want to go back to High School.
My old debate coach was indeed in trouble. Having been removed from his teaching job after one of my classmates returned from California and accused him of sexual impropriety, he turned to being the coke don of Seattle. After that an ugly divorce, a child custody battle and then an armed man attacking on his wife resulting in the death of their young son ended up with my old debate maestro ending up in jail on drug and murder charges.
It's a very convoluted story to tell so I'm just going to leave the link to the story here and let all of you read what happened.
http://www.seattlepi.com/archives/1986/8601250648.asp
As I told my Mom at the time, that's more than a little trouble. That's whole sheetpile of trouble.
Recently I started talked on Facebook with one of my old debate buddies from back in the day. (Another Facebook miracle as my new/old friend Laura Nooney replied the other day.) it brought back some of the old memories.
Our debate team was the stuff of sitcoms, actually. We were from a white trash town up north but we consistently ranked at the top of the state rankings.
Most of the other top teams were from the upper middle class suburbs of Seattle (Newport, Woodway and Sammamish High Schools) or the top private schools in the area (Gonzaga, Bellermine, Holy Names) and the sight of a bunch of rugrats from Lynnwood winning trophies and winning championships really frosted their hides. It was real life Good Will Hunting scenario and we rubbed their noses in it every chance we got. We were incredibly obnoxious, cheated whenever we could get away with it, and we were lead by a coach who looked and acted like he was the spawn of Satan.
Seriously, dude looked like Satan. Goatee and all.
Then the came the 80's. John Hughes was the rage in films and cocaine was the rage in the clubs of Seattle. That's when everything fell apart for our coach. As you can see from the above article.
Lynnwood's a lot different now. Our hometown got paved over to install hotels, shopping malls and fast food restaurants. Our high school became a haven for the children of Southeast Asian refugees. (At one point in the mid-90's half of the Cambodian presidential cabinet residing in Lynnwood, WA.)
But at one time, a bunch of hick kids dominated the awards stands at debate tournaments all over the state of Washington. And it was good.
Pictured above. Our beloved old Lynnwood High School as me and my friends knew it and the brand new 100 million dollar Lynnwood HS that opened just last year. Almost makes me want to go back to High School.
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