Hi everyone!  This is Bob Lelle (77 grad) checking in from the firestorms in the Los Angeles area.
 
Hmmm how can I prove I was a RoHawk?  
 
Does anybody remember Rigo Santiago burning off all his polyester clothes (gotta love the 70s) when he put the wrong reagent in the bottle in Perry's class?
 
Did anybody ever meet Mr. Byrd's paddle?
 
How about disecting frogs in Coach Scott's Biology class (and watching him scramble the little critter's brains)?
 
Ah yes, the list is long.
 
I' glad I found this site, it will be good to catch up with old buddies.

Welcome to the site and be sure and tell your friends.  We don't really need you to prove you went to Randolph as much as prove you aren't a spammer.  It gets hard to figure it our when people use names like yours gpzoom and not their real name.  We get about 50 spammers a day on our site and they use random names that we don't know.
Come often and stay late!
Again, Welcome
Johnny B.

I am always looking for excuses to visit San Antonio, and have missed the detour back to Randph far too often.  On the day Randolph School first opened for business, I was among the"youngest graders" (I think that was 6th grade and 1963.)  I recall some memorables:  tall math teacher had ordered a new 65 Mustang.  He swore by his "Groom 'N Clean" hair wax for his pompadour.  I joined the band hall class with cornet just so first girlfriend (clarinet) Sandy S* and I could share private time together in secluede practice rooms.  My best pal was Steve Bland and he tried to teach me golf.  He failed at teaching me that, but I hear he did OK in varsity sport later on.  Also in my group was a Billy* and a Chuck*.  We used to dive quarry lakes behind U City only road, and crawl too deeply into the caves back there, getting stuck was part of the thrill.  I would like to find Steve Bland again.  When I come to SA for the national "ZCar" convention on 28 Sep 09, I will swing through to visit classmate Steve Lorenz.  I hear he turned out OK, too.