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Class of 1964

Norman Lofthus

What are you doing these days?
Shaking & baking.  Retired but busier than ever, still playing the real estate game.

Tell us about your children.  
Having made a lousy child, I figured I was unlikely to be a sterling parent and skipped the whole thing.  I did, however, briefly consider leasing.

Highlights of the past 40 years.
I spent the 70's and 80's traveling, making art, working in video and television in the Bay Area, writing screenplays (unsuccessfully) and avoiding maturity (successfully), on track for a seamless transition from adolescence to senility, bypassing adulthood altogether.  (I'm convinced that if you don't have children you are destined to remain one.)  

In the 90's life started sending me a message: "Get serious, Lofthus"  In hindsight, I think it was saying "Get cereal, Lofthus," but, having a history of misreading cosmic signs and grocery lists and being between relationships, I loaded up my car and went to seek my fortune.  I wound up in Texas where, thanks to lucky timing, the S&L meltdown and self-confidence borne of ignorance, I was able to buy and renovate a large apartment complex. 

In '98 I was diagnosed with Parkinson's.  Unsettled but still heeding the call to be serious, I bought another, larger apartment complex and started another renovation.  Eight months later I was diagnosed with lupus.  Apparently I was getting too serious.   Time to buy a sports car.  Leaving management to my staff, I went home to Berkeley to indulge my love of fast cars. 

In 2002 I bought a house and a couple of acres in the Andreas Hills and moved back to Palm Springs, where I live with my high school sweetheart, Arlene Moore, and our dog, Dubious, in the glorious Indian Canyons.  Although living atop the San Andreas Fault may seem redundant for a guy with Parkinson's, thanks to modern medicine I'm doing fine and life is good.  I hope your wake-up calls have been gentler, but hard or gentle, the message, is always the same: Buy a sports car.

Words of Wisdom to Impart?
Never stand next to a guy with Parkinson's at a urinal.

Your funniest memory(s)while at PSHS.
High school was supposed to be funny? 

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