In 1963, I was voted the least likely to speak in front of a group, but here we are, 60 years later and I am ready to give it a try. Over the past 15-20 years, I have written poems, some of you out there have even received one. The common theme of each is that I use a line from my favorite cheer from our high school days.  I'm sure you old...I mean...retired....cheerleaders and others will recognize it when I come to it. ​Looking back 60 years, we see North High's great class of '63. Enthusiasm filled us all that day. We graduated and were on our way. Classmates came both short and tall. Some were big and some were small. Some were on billboards, some authors of books. Some sold automobiles and some had good looks. ​Some went to work and some went to college. We all increased our basic knowledge. When we got lonely, our memories were relived. To be with our old friends, what we would give. ​It was sports, pep club, cheerleading and band. And who could forget "The Music Man." Beep billie oaten doaten, bo bo ba deetin dottin... I'm sure there is more, but I have forgotten. ​A little known secret, at basketball I was quite good. Had the highest point average. At my height, I should. The school championship came up. Could I be the hero? Anne put Dixie on me. My points totaled zero. ​As we've gotten older, health problems have come. Macular holes and cataracts, to name just some. Arthritis, knee replacements and real bad backs. Doctors appointments and meds, we do not lack. But every 5 years, we slip back to the past To reunions we go to see old friends at last. Excitement grows as the time draws near We'll be young for a short time, that much is clear. Over the years, we've lost quite a few. Their memories come back when we meet like we do. Each classmate's importance, we all do agree Has made life better for you and for me. Thanks to our planners: Jacquie, Gene, Judy & Beverly Who have planned these outings so very cleverly. We'd like to ask them to take the dive To please, please plan the next one...65! To the North High Class of June '63 North High's best in history Raise glassess high to toast one & all. Oh...........shoulder impingement...........just use a straw. Cheers to North High's class of June, 1963.