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Connections

Interesting stories all. Throughout the years whenever I told someone where I graduated, I always followed up with “fat chance I’ll ever have a high school reunion with anyone who went to school at Thomas Mack Wilhoite High.” This seems to be the year of Fat Chance.

Lee, I especially enjoyed your story because the only time I ever ran into anyone I knew in Morocco was in Honolulu in 1971, thirteen years after leaving Morocco. We lived in Waipahu for 18 months while my husband was on one of the old Apollo tracking ships that docked at Pearl Harbor. My mother was visiting us and while eating at a restaurant, we both thought that a gentleman eating with his family at another table looked familiar. Curiosity got the best of me and I went over to ask if we might know each other. I’m sure no one’s surprised that we knew each other from Morocco. He was an airman, stationed at Sidi Slimane in 1957 and we sang in the same choir on base. Until being reunited with my best bud, Glenda Mathis through Classmates.com, that was my only shocking Morocco-related experience.

Sherrie (Greenwood) Hendrix

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