We Welcome you to Everett

(We're mighty glad you're here)

Hi folks, I'm Jeff Kisseloff (CE 1964-1971). Some of you might remember me as a skinny kid with big ears. Others might remember me as an obese kid with no ears. If you do, that wasn't me. Here's me back then. I've gained about two pounds since then. Anyway, recently I took a trip through time back to Taconic, Connecticut and thought I'd share some photos of the journey on a Web site. This is not going to be a fancy web site, as I have the visual design sense of Stevie Wonder, but I'll put it up there on plain pages until I can steal some nice looking graphics from other sites.

It just occurred to me that I might even put up a guest book so if anyone wants to check in and look for old friends they can. Then it occurred to me that you have to know how to do that, so until I figure it out, send me an email, and I'll post any greetings (even the hate mail) on the site. Click there to see who has checked in. And if you send me some old photos, I'll post them. Send anything, and I'll post it, except maybe a blick, because that would gum up the fiber-optic cable.

I just had another thought (Norm Gurian always said I was brilliant — "a mental giant" was his usual term of endearment for me) — a news page so you can see what your old friends (or enemies) are up to. In the meantime, here are some shots from the trip. I'll keep adding shots when I find the time to do so (I'm a very important and very busy fellow. Donald Trump is always pestering me for favors), so you might have to bookmark this page and visit it a few times to see something new.

I'm suddenly feeling very ambitious. I'll try to launch a memory page where we can have anything we want to remind us of our summers of yore. Maybe even a trivia question or two. For instance, what was the name of the winning Olympic team in 1964? Who spilled a fribble in Ira Lippell's Camaro (and lived to tell about it) What was the chemical makeup of bug juice? What organ could Frank Bass reach with his tongue? Right now, here's a where are they now listing, although beware, some of my information is about 27 years old.

Note on the photo above: the dining room (now pink) shot through the counselor's lounge, which no longer exists. the small building on the left is the old office. I knocked on the door to see if Dottie Goldstein would let me call my parents, but no one was there. You can see one of the matures bunks to the left of the dining room. It's a frightening thought that the "matures" were probably younger than I am today, except for Harry Sheiner, of course, who was 67 years old when he was born.

This is the upper ballfield from my old perspective out in leftfield. Note the bleachers. Alas, the wooden planks are gone as is the scoreboard. Home plate, however, is still extant. Let's continue the tour to another favorite site:

Any guesses? That's right, it's the linen shack, and that's me making an ass of myself pretending I'm making out with an imaginary person in front of it. Just like the old days.

Coming soon, inside the dining room, the lake, dutz!