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A Case of the Human Condition: It’s Us — The Class of ’59

November 16, 2009 By Barbara Falconer Newhall

My friend Karel and me in the parking lot of our old high school.
My friend Karel and me in the parking lot of our old high school.
In the halls of our old high school
In the halls of our school. Some new wings have been added, but the architecture is the same.
The new band room at Seahold High School, Birmingham, Michigan
The new band room at Seaholm High School, Birmingham, Michigan
We just keep getting better and better — and less and less like a bunch of adolescents. The class of 1959, Birmingham High School, Birmingham, Michigan, stopped talking long enough to let me take some pictures — October, 2009.
At Pasquales pizza place on Woodward
At Pasquale's pizza place on Woodward. Photos c 2009 B.F. Newhall
Check out the Birmingham, Michigan, school district website. (Our school was renamed Seaholm soon after we graduated.)

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