William Wellever

Fenton High School

Class of 1967

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William Wellever - Class of 1967 - Fenton High School

First Name	William
Last Name	Wellever
Graduation Year	Class of 1967
Gender	Male
Current Location	Paradise, California
Hometown	Fenton, Michigan
Relationship Status	Married
About Me	Fenton HS CLass of 67 Western Michigan Univ 67-68/72-76 Retired CIO at Def Language Institute Presidio of Monterey CA 2010 Now volunteer at Guide Dog School for the Blind and Have recently taken up painting, yesterday I painted my roof. I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I woo women with my sensuous and godlike bagpipe playing; I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru and Michigan. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Yukon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello; I was scouted by the SF Giants [but keep my loyalty to the Tigers]. I am the subject of numerous documentaries and exposes. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my [neighbor's] yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after AA meetings, I repair electrical appliances free of charge. I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless brook trout fisherman. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy eveningwear. I don't perspire; I mist [a lot]. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat 400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me. I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me. I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four-course meals using only a Mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prize-winning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet {as a mute}, I have performed open-heart surgery {by braille}, and I have spoken with Elvis {using ASL}. Bud Light commercials are based on my life. Other than the above, I'm just an average guy...(read more)