he graduated from there. But after he was gone, he never went back. My dad weighed 160. he excelled at baseball. However when he went there, if he played baseball he HAD to play football. So they wouldn't let him play.
Through his experience, he found a love of anything farm or Hershey related. But he hated it there and Never went back for any events. My uncle total opposite.
My dad lost his father at a young age. My grandmother couldn't handle 3 Hellions. Kept 1 boy home, shipped my dad and uncle to Hershey. Back when they had to work the farms. My dad met Milt, said he was a good man.
we had a call around 1130. we had just got back around midnight, the wind had picked up, you could feel the temp drop. Someone pulled up the radar and it appeared we were going to get smacked. Went wide north and nary a drop.
I was at a funeral yesterday. We were at FTIG at 2pm. it was a scorcher for sure
I was at our HS district semi-final at a 430 start. it was brutal staring directly into the sun. I was disappointed they chose not to serve adult beverages, i drank 7 bottles of water in 2 hours. when i left i still felt dehydrated.