Attending Queens is a blip in my radar now but a memorable one. We were known as, "OH YEAH, THAT SCHOOL ACROSS FROM AVIATION HIGH". Aviation was new and we didn't even have a cafeteria. Our principal, can't remember her name, was killed in an auto accident, President Kennedy was assassinated and Vietnam was brewing. Sad times. We did have a basketball team. I am sure of it because I tried out. I was immediately cut because, when the coach called my number, we we on offense and I ran toward the basket, the ball hit me on the back of the head.. I was sad at first but in the realm of all things, better players were selected. Besides, I was spared the embarrassment of getting crushed by a Lou Alcindor led St. John's team. Still, I remember the good times I had playing softball and Dodge ball on the concrete field behind the school. Mr. McCormick my Electrical Installation teacher made sure we learned our trade correctly and that we did. He plied the electrical formulas and city codes into our brains till we could repeat them in our sleep. I can repeat them today. He was proud of his students.

I arrived via the elevated train two school and met several friends for a buttered roll and coffee and a shop near the school. I'm sure it's no longer there. Many a late afternoon, or lunch we spent at the billing alley, also nearby. We didn't have a great school spirit nor good varsity teams but we were a close group. Many of my school buddies were killed in Nam, yet I was spared (ineligible for health reasons). The older I get the more names, faces and things I remember about our school.
Queens vocational instilled in me, blue collar work ethic which this country was built on.
GO QUEENS!!!!!!,!