ClASS of ’58 – episode 2.15.19

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What is this blog about?

Don;t know if this facade is still there.

This blog is about staying in touch. I spent my senior year in Seattle Prep and my freshman year at Seattle U before moving on to U Dub where I slowly lost track of most of you characters. Many years of running construction projects, and later construction firms, took me all over the United States and into several countries without spending much time back in Seattle.

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I enjoyed my work and the extensive travel, but I regretted a lifetime of not having hobnobbed with my fellow Prepsters, friends, and family. Late at night, I often wondered, What would it have been like if I had chosen to stay closer to home as my family and many friends did? Would I have been as happy as I am now? I don’t know the answer to that, but that’s the price I paid for my career choice.

Why am I telling you this? Simple because I wrote a few blogs after the reunion that addressed the time we shared at the reunion, as well as adventures we shared together during our Prep and SU days. Many of you graciously responded to those blogs in an encouraging manner which leads me to believe you actually read them since about half of you guys responded with multiple e-mails, asking that I continue to “keep us in the loop.”

The reunion at Chateau Ste Michelle

I’m not sure what that means. I could mean several things like you’re interested in more Prep stories, or you’re interested in keeping up with the activities, health, and whereabouts of our brother Prepsters. Perhaps you’re sitting around the house with nothing better to do, waiting for Ponderosa to come on. Sorry, it’s been off the air since 2002 and Little Joe is dead, or God bless you, you’re actually interested in my tales of times past. In any event, I’m pleased you haven’t responded with, “That’s enough already. Stop, please stop! Well, I’m here to tell you, I’m no “one trick pony,” but I’m having to reach deeper and deeper into my aging physic to come up with new Prep material that won’t get any of us thrown in jail. Give me a break, guys. That was sixty years ago. Do you remember what you had for breakfast? I don’t.

Perhaps you have a story or a photo you want to share with us about what you’ve been up to, or whatever strikes you of our mutual interest. Send me whatever you have, and I’ll fluff it up, make your story come alive, and make you look like Hemingway himself.

Come on, man. You’re Prepsters, you got to have a million adventures, funny stories, jokes, and awesome photos you have been dying to share with us, your Prep brothers. Charlie Ralls called me this evening, and we talked, told each other lies, and laughed for an hour. Dan Regis emailed me recounting the long weekend he, Pat Bader and I spent shipwrecked in the San Juan’s. Sid Flor and Dinndorf reminded me about a few funny houseboat stories, including taking on water during a keg party. Sean Malone sent me an interesting story about a UFO he encountered as a youth and wrote about in the Vashon Loop Newspaper. Pat Bader recounted how much fun he had at the reunion and filled me in on what he’s up to. Joe Thibodeau and I discovered we had a mutual friend, Judge Harry Allen Follman. Joe was a superior court judge in Snohomish County and Harry was a superior court judge for Skagit County at the same time and knew each other. Maffeo and I shared several e-mails, not sure what that was about, but fun to connect. My apologies to Maffeo and Dinndorf, I just realized that Jerry was right, our ’39 Plymouth Coups were, in fact, ’49s.

You too can contribute. Dig out and send me whatever you have. You have my e-mail, If you can’t find my address or phone number on Dinndorf’s roster, e-mail me and I’ll send it to you. I can’t publish it here, I’m one of The Donalds’s double agents, and I’m in hiding from Hillary’s and Nancy Pelosi’s lynch mobs. I don’t share private, personal comments I receive. So, Sid, Guido, and Bryan rest easy, you’re safe. I only write about stuff that is of general interest to my readers, not the authorities.

If you’re wondering, Why is this guy offering to do this? Is he some kind of nut job trying to recapture his youth or gain fame and fortune at our expense?  

“No. that ship has sailed, I have no interest in reliving my youth, and I’ve experienced my fifteen minutes of fame, thank you. The answer is that several of you have encouraged me to continue to provide this blog as a venue for the class of “58 to simply stay in touch. After all, many of us shared a remarkable bond of comradery albeit driven by our efforts to nimbly avoid dealing with Mr. Brands acidic barbs, Mr. Nelson’s bullying, as well as to avoid unwarranted trips to the boiler room with Fr. Weisenberg, as well as avoiding the wrath of Coach Goodman when on the warpath.

After guzzling beer with an un-named Prepster recently, I went home, thought it over, and decided that with a little help from my friends we could, and should, give a shot to continuing the Class of ’58 Blogs. So, you folks need to get off your asses and send me some worthy fuel to feed the hungry panther.

your Prepster brother,

Jake Winston

ps: I bypassed my editor with this blog. the grammar errors on on me.

THE Duke

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2-1-18: John Wayne

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I first met Duke in Washington State’s  San Juan Islands in the summer of 1953. I was eating a bag of donuts for breakfast and dangling my legs off an old wooden pier in Roche Harbor when a big, old, ex-navy mine sweeper pulled up to the U.S. Customs dock next to me. I could read the name on her bow, and it was the “Wild Goose II.” I knew,  from Mom’s movie magazines, that the Duke had leased her for the summer and was cruising somewhere in the Canadian San Juan and Alaska. As she slid alongside the dock, John Wayne, himself, came forward to handle the bowlines. I was so excited that I dropped my bag of donuts in the water. I hollered, “Hey Duke, Welcome to Roche Harbor!” He looked up, smiled, and shot me a John Wayne military salute like only John Wayne could. I’ll take that moment to my grave.

In the seventies,  my father spent some time with the Duke, also up at Roche, and they became acquaintances. When John Wayne’s dog, Blackie, lost a fang in a fight with a raccoon. My Dad, the dentist, made a gold replacement fang for Blakie. The Duke was impressed and told my father to keep the dog. He would get another one from the same litter.

In the eighties, I was entertaining some clients aboard the hundred-foot Olympus in the San Juans. When we entered Friday Harbor, the dock master directed us to tie up behind the Wild Goose on Friday Harbor’s outside pier, which was reserved for the big dogs. There were six old guys, who looked like they were homeless, hanging on the bow rail drinking beer, and watching us as we tied up. I waved and snapped a photo of them. When I check out the picture several weeks later, it was tough to make out who was who, but I got a positive ID on the Duke and Willie Nelson.





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John Wayne. What can I say. He’s been my idol and role mode l since I was thirteen.I met him twice, albeit briefly, and I’ll cherish our first encounter forever.


  • Elwood was truly one of God’s special people. Although he was a believer, he wasn’t particularly religious and seldom went to church. He’d lived an amazing life before falling on hard times. When I first met him, he was living in a cardboard box behind the Police Station. He always defiantly insisted that he wasn’t homeless, just houseless H was driven by an indomitable courage and sense of humor despite his circumstances. An inspirational story.


One or two people will come into your life that will make your day, make you smile or laugh. They are to be treasured.


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