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Robert Spencer was a plumber and a pretty successful one with a fair-sized business by the time he was in his thirties. Meaning he hired guys to do the plumbing work while he banged the office help and whomever else was available. The available were plentiful and by the time his wife - who wasn't half bad looking herself - filed for divorce. It ended up in front of a judge and the wife subpoenaed a number of co-respondents. With the courtroom full of curious acquaintences her lawyer asked him, indicating the women "Mr. Spencer, have you had sexual relations with any of these women?" Spencer responded in the affirmative. "Could you tell us which ones?" the lawyer asked. Spencer looked at the group of women which included a couple of mother-daughter combos. "All of them," Spencer replied. That's how he got the Goldenrod sobriquet.
Terry was in the H section so we had a lot of classes together for the six years. His family was working-class, I don't remember what profession. Pretty smart, read a lot, fairly quiet. He reminded me sometimes of Kenny who offed himself with a .410 in the eighth grade. I never figured Terry to be suicidal but I never expected it from Kenny either. Terry just seemed a little like he was holding something inside where as Kenny didn't. After graduation I saw him around a good bit. I'd get with him and two or three of his regular pals once in a while and drive around and shoot the breeze with whomever we happened to run into. He had an old Ford, early fifties, restored to like new. Mainly I noticed he drank a good bit. Probably after I got back the Air Force we connected again now and then and I learned he had gotten a couple or three DWIs, did some jail time. Then one day he was drunk and had a head-on with an older couple, I believe in their fifties or sixties, killed them both. He went up for six years and that was actually pretty light for the time. He died at 57, his obit mentioning his church and five kids. It would seem he got things together and enjoyed what life he had. That's pretty young to die, but I expect half the kids we graduated with are gone by now.
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