B.J. was one of the most unique individuals I ever knew. A prankster to the end. I'll never forget the story where B.J. invites Jimmy Kelly over to his house after school. (St. Francis Xavier-Wilmette) Jimmy has never been to the Elmore's before. They're about a block and a half away when B.J. spots a newspaper sitting in the grass at the Caine family abode. He says to Jimmy, "hey, would you grab up our newspaper and take it in the house, I'll be right in." Well, Jimmy scoops it up and runs right in the front door. B.J.'s about a half a block away when he hears this woman scream. B.J.'s laying in the front yard of the Dunton family laughing his derriere off and sees Jimmy come running out of the Caine's home and the chase was on.
B.J. had many friends. He's been missed greatly by all of them.
BJ (Beej) was one of my closest friends from' 68 through '70. We spent hours up in his attic room with Rolie Larson, Jim Kimling and many other friends, listening to the Stones, The James Gang, Jimi, The Beatles, Chuck, John Mayall, Elvis (Beej was a huge Elvis fan), etc. I'll never forget him or his sense of humor--one of the funniest guys I've ever known.
One Saturday night he calls me and says: "Mike, come on over. There's somethin' I gotta show ya." I'm thinking: "Wow, it must be something really cool. Maybe he got a new bong or something." So, I got into my '53 Plymouth and drove over to his house. After climbing the stairs to his attic room, I heard a splashing noise in the bathroom. I looked in and saw Elmore sitting naked in a tub of hot steaming water, childishly playing with 3 little rubber duckies. "You dragged me over here to watch you play with your f***ing rubber ducks!?", I exclaimed indignantly. "Yeah", he said with a laugh. "What's so wierd about that?"
I never shared a class with Brian, other than gym class one semester. Always wary of the big kids, I shied away from Brian, who was the good looking, athletic type. We never spoke a word to one another. Then years later, long after graduation, we passed each other on a sidewalk in downtown Wimette. He looked at me and gave a big smile of recognition. I nodded back. I can't explain, but it meant a lot to me and to this day, I remember it well. I never expected such a big kid to be so nice, I guess.
Marty Lyon
B.J. was one of the most unique individuals I ever knew. A prankster to the end. I'll never forget the story where B.J. invites Jimmy Kelly over to his house after school. (St. Francis Xavier-Wilmette) Jimmy has never been to the Elmore's before. They're about a block and a half away when B.J. spots a newspaper sitting in the grass at the Caine family abode. He says to Jimmy, "hey, would you grab up our newspaper and take it in the house, I'll be right in." Well, Jimmy scoops it up and runs right in the front door. B.J.'s about a half a block away when he hears this woman scream. B.J.'s laying in the front yard of the Dunton family laughing his derriere off and sees Jimmy come running out of the Caine's home and the chase was on.
B.J. had many friends. He's been missed greatly by all of them.
Michael Cutler
BJ (Beej) was one of my closest friends from' 68 through '70. We spent hours up in his attic room with Rolie Larson, Jim Kimling and many other friends, listening to the Stones, The James Gang, Jimi, The Beatles, Chuck, John Mayall, Elvis (Beej was a huge Elvis fan), etc. I'll never forget him or his sense of humor--one of the funniest guys I've ever known.
One Saturday night he calls me and says: "Mike, come on over. There's somethin' I gotta show ya." I'm thinking: "Wow, it must be something really cool. Maybe he got a new bong or something." So, I got into my '53 Plymouth and drove over to his house. After climbing the stairs to his attic room, I heard a splashing noise in the bathroom. I looked in and saw Elmore sitting naked in a tub of hot steaming water, childishly playing with 3 little rubber duckies. "You dragged me over here to watch you play with your f***ing rubber ducks!?", I exclaimed indignantly. "Yeah", he said with a laugh. "What's so wierd about that?"
Jay Gottlieb
I never shared a class with Brian, other than gym class one semester. Always wary of the big kids, I shied away from Brian, who was the good looking, athletic type. We never spoke a word to one another. Then years later, long after graduation, we passed each other on a sidewalk in downtown Wimette. He looked at me and gave a big smile of recognition. I nodded back. I can't explain, but it meant a lot to me and to this day, I remember it well. I never expected such a big kid to be so nice, I guess.