Memory lane, a place to go, a place to remember, a place to revisit to see where you've been and why you are where you are at today. Is it important to go there? Is it time well spent? Is there any purpose to relive the past?

I went there and I found out things I didn't know nor did I remember everything I should have. I learned of lost opportunities, opportunities of things that could have been and maybe should have been but wasn't. You learn from going back to the past. You learn not to make the same mistakes. You learn things could have been so different if only you would have taken the initiative at a certain time and place and spoke with your heart and not let peer pressure guide you.

I did learn things on that magical visit to that far away location in time? I think I may have learned I was right in many things when it came to feelings and thought. I was correct in believing what I thought could be. I was privileged to be where I was in time and knowing the people I knew there and the ones I will get to know now. I was privileged yet lost and blind to where I was back then but knowing why I was that way is the true lesson of traveling back.

Am I rambling on without meaning. Maybe in many eyes I am but I know the true meaning of this piece of writing. I missed a lot in life. I lost some opportunities that can never be found again. But knowing all that, I have learned to face adversity and go on with my life and succeed. With or without the opportunities lost, I did okay, not great but okay. I am what I was, I am what I am now, I am what I will be in the future. Like me for that or don't like me at all.

I need the memories, not just mine but from others. I reached out to get the memories of others, to know of their thoughts, ideas and plans back then. Who knows, maybe their memories would spark a long lost memory of a first love, a first date or both. Maybe those memories would even find someone that may have had feelings for you and you weren't aware of it.

The graduating class of 1961. This was the summer of change for all of us. This was going to be our time to step out into the world and make a difference, to show what we were made of. I am a graduate. A graduate of the class of 1961. I am Dick Williams.

I look back on those four (4) years at Enterprise and I can't figure out where all the years went from the time I graduated to now. It only seems like yesterday that I walked down that aisle, cap and gown proudly worn with the rest of the class to receive my much sought after diploma, a document that wasn't within reach just one year prior.

So many years have past and I really didn't have contact with anyone from school once I left it on that warm June day in 1961. I went out into the world and worked around the area for a few years, went to college and eventually moved out of the area in 1967 to begin my career in Law Enforcement.

I took with me, the memories of the Class of 61, the songs, the dances, the sock-hops held at the gym. The memories of those cold nights at Thompson field, bundled up in blankets to keep the night air from chilling you to the bone as our team played. I took with me the ear piercing sounds of the crowd inside the gym cheering the hornets on as they played basketball.

Back then, I sported a hair style, two stories high. That spiffy black suit worn at my graduation was bought at J.C. Pennys on Market Street and it had two pairs of pants. It really wasn't my style and I wore it twice, once to have my senior photograph taken and the next was the night of my graduation. Where it went from there, who knows. I was a Levi and T-shirt guy and on some cold nights at the Veterans Hall in Redding listening to Norm Bailey and the Nervous Cats, I wore a leather jacket, suede shoes and a Coors beer can in my hand. It worked for me.

Did I impress anyone within the walls of Enterprise High while taking up space there? I think not. About the only impression I left was with the higher authority such as the vice principal, Mr. Fitzgerald, and our principal, Mr. Charles Denny. Sometimes I think I spent more time in their offices than I did in class. That freshman year was a learning experience especially for a young boy coming from a very small grade school (Pacheco). It was a whole new environment for me. Scary at times but eventually, I settled in. Well, I guess it depends on what settlement I settled in.

I was trying to fit in but was having a hard time because I came from a small grade school and not many friends to start with in high school. That made it a little tough. Teachers names such as Hillman and Cleland in the shop classes and Wilhelmi in biology, Mr. Arney in history rings a bell and how about the tough gym teacher, Russell. Now there was a man that didn't put up with slackers of any kind without the kid suffering a very sore behind from the paddle he so proudly displayed in his office. Embarrassing moments when he picked you out of a line to stand in the middle of the gym with your gym shorts down around your ankles, you bent over grabbing them and waiting for that piece of hardwood to contact that tender piece of real estate on your backside. What fond memories.