Like any guy with a pulse, I was awestruck by Sally's god-given great looks in high school. A lot of good that did me. As in so many other cases, I was petrified to iniitiate move one to get to know her, much less date her. If you women only know the angst we boys went through in the many lovely girls at NTE, only to be stymied by our own terrible inhibitions and timidity.
But as it is said, better late than never. On Green Bay Rd. in Kenilworth during adulthood, I noticed her mother's interior design shop. I called, and was easily put in touch with Sally. To my shock, she remembered me with no trouble. How she did this I'll never know, as we never said a word to each other at NTE, and from my own (arguably warped) conception, I was nearly a compete social non-entity at that high school. This tends to happen when you do not sign up for a single extra-curricular in four years, and did not go out on a single date. Yet still, my memories of NTE and appreciaton for having gone there are great. I love driving down Winnetka Ave. to this day for the nostalgia of it alll, and to re-experience the pride I have in going to a school that displayed such awesome care for us, and was so peerless in its academic richness.
Sally and I commenced a great friendship. We'd have coffee after work, and shared numerous hilarious and rewarding phone conversations. At 48 years old, she still looked like NTE's answer to Julianne Moore, and could have passed for 35. But she couldn't have cared less. She had a totally down to earth personality, unpretentious in every way, and was just a tremendous conversationalist.
How excruciating it was to learn of her passing not long ago. Oh, the unpredictabilities of fate, and how random they are, taking these dear friends of ours, one after the other. Sally raised two fine kids. She of course is missed terribly by all who knew her, family and friends alike. Sally, may you rest in peace.
Joe Goldman
Like any guy with a pulse, I was awestruck by Sally's god-given great looks in high school. A lot of good that did me. As in so many other cases, I was petrified to iniitiate move one to get to know her, much less date her. If you women only know the angst we boys went through in the many lovely girls at NTE, only to be stymied by our own terrible inhibitions and timidity.
But as it is said, better late than never. On Green Bay Rd. in Kenilworth during adulthood, I noticed her mother's interior design shop. I called, and was easily put in touch with Sally. To my shock, she remembered me with no trouble. How she did this I'll never know, as we never said a word to each other at NTE, and from my own (arguably warped) conception, I was nearly a compete social non-entity at that high school. This tends to happen when you do not sign up for a single extra-curricular in four years, and did not go out on a single date. Yet still, my memories of NTE and appreciaton for having gone there are great. I love driving down Winnetka Ave. to this day for the nostalgia of it alll, and to re-experience the pride I have in going to a school that displayed such awesome care for us, and was so peerless in its academic richness.
Sally and I commenced a great friendship. We'd have coffee after work, and shared numerous hilarious and rewarding phone conversations. At 48 years old, she still looked like NTE's answer to Julianne Moore, and could have passed for 35. But she couldn't have cared less. She had a totally down to earth personality, unpretentious in every way, and was just a tremendous conversationalist.
How excruciating it was to learn of her passing not long ago. Oh, the unpredictabilities of fate, and how random they are, taking these dear friends of ours, one after the other. Sally raised two fine kids. She of course is missed terribly by all who knew her, family and friends alike. Sally, may you rest in peace.