Holy sh_t - how did I ever find this page? - damn friggin popup ads for 'classmates.com' when I checked my personal email I guess,
and like a dumbass - ya, I registered.
So naturally I followed the Lennies/greaser links....
Anyway I was a freshie although not a greaser in 70'.
In 71' I became a greaser because most of my friends were, and if a greaser, well then why not a gang member?
I still remember my initiation (Reinberg School Gaylords) - I had to fight two guys for 2 minutes ('Wop' from R/S and Fed 'Wolfie' later from Chi-West). I held my own but needless to say, I was a mess.
Upon entering Lennie's to clean up in that sorry excuse for a john, Frank (the owner) and his wife looked horrified (guess I must have been a mess) -
but what did I care, I was 'made'!
The one stinking time we cut class to hang out at Lennies - the cops raided the place acting as truant officers!
Although I had my class ID I told the cop I didnt and gave him a made up name and address (for Wrigley field I beleive - long before John Belushi in Blues Brothers).
How dare them coppers defile our place like that.
I used to hang around with Mark (Wenz) ****, John (The Greek) *********, Mark (Shorty) *****, and Jim (Jimbo) *****, minor hoodlums in their own regards but the best guys in the world.
It was the best of times - we were friggin kings! - and ya I was a campus guard, all freaks coming back from Jack in the Box we caught smoking got busted big time.

After a 23 year stint in the Army, more degrees than a thermometer, only 1 marriage, and no convictions - I guess I turned out OK.
Best Regards - grease thang!

Marc (Slob) *****