The blue and gold color scheme will awaken feelings for anybody who went to the Mahopac schools.
I don’t look back on my Mahopac school years with either pure fondness nor animosity. Simply, that was where I did much of my growing up, and for better or worse, that’s part of me.
Here are memories that bubble up from somewhere, events that might have affected me. Names have been changed in some cases to protect the innocent, including me.
To my classmates: this is a personal memoir, but if anything offends you, let me know. And you have stories I should write, let me know that as well.
Here are the stories I have put down, so far. Each is dated roughly to the date it might have taken place.