It drove Randy crazy that those Greenhills High School lockers were so damn small, so he convinced me we should team up. In truth, this was a sweet deal for Randy. His assigned locker was the bottom one, which meant kneeling on the floor and getting clunked in the head by every backpack as kids walked through the crowded hallway between bells. (Call it an early example of Randy's deal-making skills.) So we divided up: winter coats in the bottom locker, books and binders in the top. Everything seemed great until it was time to "decorate". I protested vehemently against having to look at the hot blond girl (Randy christened her "Roxanne") every time I hung up my jacket. Randy was less than thrilled with all the "Pionettes" crap I hung in the top locker. (Um, as for the Christian Moerlein bottle – the drinking age was 18 back then!) But we compromised and had a blast. We also had a system to beat the class bell: If you almost closed the locker but didn't slam it, the lock wouldn't engage, so the next person could grab their stuff without having to do the combination lock each time. We figured out who was "last in" at each locker visit, then he/she would close it. Until the days when I would be busy talking and forget....and slam it shut early. Randy would get that "oh, not AGAIN!" look on his face as he scrambled with the combination to beat the bell. I took this picture on the last day of Senior year, when everyone in the Senior hallway was cleaning out their lockers for the last time. Notice, Roxanne stayed with us until the very end.
Randy was one of the good guys, and I'll always remember our fun times at GHS.
I am honored to have called him and Amy my friends.
Caroline Good
