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Today's Featured Biography
Paul Kellogg
While I closed out my youth thinking I would be a music teacher and aside from a thankfully brief hiatus from music, a "simple, twist of fate" [B. Dylan]led me to my wife, Rita, a reconsideration of things sacred, and a career as a land surveyor. Musical performance became both an avocation and ministerial calling, as I continue to play my horn in a community band, a brass quintet, and sing in three vocal groups and as a cantor in my church.
As those, who knew me well, might recall, I left Alaska immediately after graduation, saying I'll be right back (after college). Though, instead of returning to the place where I grew up and learned to love, I married someone in Colorado, who was about as far from her Iowa roots as she could stand to be. Thus, I altered my dream, as we so often willingly do, when we decide to share our journeys with another soul.
For two years after graduation, aside from a few letters to old friends and classmates, the only Eastsiders I saw again were Mike King and Linda Marsh ('68). Both of them also students at the U of Colorado, Linda was also a fellow student in the College of Music. Around '72, I chanced upon Bruce Palmer at a party in Boulder, during his brief visit to my little town. Mrs. Kathleen Jones, who subbed for Mr. Everly for most of senior year, moved to the area, too, in late '69. I visited with her several times and even took her fifteen-year-old daughter to a rock concert once. (It was the Julliard-trained, New York Rock Ensemble, led by oboist and later composer of several successful Hollywood soundtracks, Michael Kamen, so of course, I had Mrs. Jones complete trust.)
So, in pursuing career and a continual desire to learn, raising a family of three boys, all three, former Marines; now a cop, a programmer, and a soon to be architectural engineer, I lost touch with you all for thirty-some years, Bruce being the last contact.
Thanks to C....mates.com, in spite of its faults, I've had some contact with a few of you over the past four or five years. I even exchanged visits w/ Ron Mitchell, who lives not far from my folks out west and has a daughter living a few miles from me. From Ron, I learned I barely missed hearing about our most recent reunion, resolving I wouldn't miss the next. Also, through that same channel, I'm particularly grateful to have reconnected w/ my old friend, Sharon Sturgis ('70).
In less than two weeks, I'll have an opportunity to meet some of you. (While I will be amazed, if I recognize a single one of you without a name tag, I'd bet a buck none of you are the same person you were forty years ago. Nor, did I have an opportunity to experience the changes which made any of you, who you are today. So in that sense, I will be meeting you for the first time.)
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