Groucho Marx once said, “I don’t want to belong to any club that will accept people like me as a member.” That was true about the Key Club in high school. The Key Club was the nest for high school boys who wanted to be Republicans or were going off to be attorneys. It was snooty and stuffy but generally fun. Somehow they let two meatballs into their lair (I guess it was because I was Chief Justice of the Student Court and my coconspirator David was the school mascot. Who would have thunk it.). We both played the game well and acted like company boys waiting for our chance in school history. Immortality came during the weeks leading up to the publication of the annual when the photographers shot up everything. David and I achieved our place in Fullerton High School history with this photo op. An old Facebook connection (thanks Nancy) posted this photo on her page so I snatched it.