Jerry Olivas, EdD
Hi All,
I got by to see our Civics teacher, Mr. Rice, from Hilltop, parachute on to Coronado beach yesterday. Personally, I hold on to the rail when I go up and down stairs so seeing this 100 years young guy jump out of a plane (yes, attached to another person, but still) gave me the chills. There was quite a crowd, and I did run into some one from the Hilltop class of 61.
Here is what was really strange about the day. After the jump my wife and I hung around Coronado for a while—picnic, shopping, and admiring those neat old houses. Somehow or another we ended up back at the Del and as we left the hotel leaving through what is now the temporary main entrance on the north side Mr. Rice was standing there with his wife and a few handlers chatting with a couple of folks.
I boldly approach him and told him I thought I was in his Civics class in 64 at Hilltop High School and that my two older brothers were probably in his class too. We had a heck of a conversation for probably 15 minutes. At first, he said he didn’t remember me, but after a while he says, get this, "oh yea, morning class, row 3, seat 2", and he sounded sure (actually, I probably was sitting way in the back of class). He was more or less focused on military matters and not so much his teaching career—and he was quite sharp and looked in good shape. He did ask me was I in the military and my stupid answer was I went for a military physical and my dad was in the Navy (I didn’t tell him I got three draft deferments). I was gonna bring up the Afgananistan situation--but no, not a good idea. After talking with him his wife then took a few minutes and chatted with my wife and I. What a great encounter this was—and I am still scratching my head wondering how, somehow, the timing of running into to him synced up. Of course, forgot the selfie and my wife didn’t take a snap either. Go Mr. Rice!!!
Jerry

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