Susan Sherman 1946-2016

Susan Sherman has passed and the funeral will be tomorrow at Oakmont Funeral and Crematorium in Lafayette California at 2PM. The Service will be held in the Inspirational Chapel at 2088 Reliez Valley Road Lafayette California . She had been sick for a while and in a care facility for over a year. She had a surgical procedure and got an infection from her stay in the hospital and passed soon afterwards. 

I remember Susie with her bright smile and being a good friend to all.  She will be missed.

She is survived by her brother Ron Sherman (class of 67). 

Thanks to David Mahoney for passing providing this information.

lunch at joes

Dear classmates,

After many months of frustrating conversations with Westlake Joes,

we are finally able to put together a lunch for the Class of ‘64. We

are looking at Tuesday January 17th. If we have less than 20 people,

we can just meet at Joes, be scattered throughout the restaurant,

and order off the menu.

If we have more than 20 people, we will reserve one half of the

newly remodeled Cascade Room, have a 3 course lunch that

includes Salad; a choice of Entrée (Steak a la Bruno, Chicken Piccata,

Filet of Sole, or Eggplant Parmigiana): side dishes of Ravioli and

sautéed mixed vegetables: and a warm chocolate brownie for dessert.

This lunch would cost $35.00 per person plus whatever beverage

you choose to drink.

I know we have been talking about this for a long time, but it’s finally

going to happen. So please send me or Marian an email and let me know

weather you will be able to attend our class’ luncheon.

Ron Johnson

Class of ‘64

Marietta Patricia Nichols October 18, 1946 - June 9, 2016

Marietta Patricia Nichols October 18, 1946 - June 9, 2016 

Marietta Nichols of San Carlos, CA passed away suddenly yet peacefully the evening of June 9, 2016 at 69 years of age. She took her final breath with her loving family nearby and holding hands with her son Chad while listening to one of her favorite songs, Time to Say Goodbye by Andrea Bocelli. 

Born to Arthur and Anita Shanoian on October 18, 1946 in Hayward, CA, she is survived by her adoring husband of 41 years, best friend, and soulmate Ken, her son James Screeton, Jr., his wife Melinda his children Kayle, Adrianna, Jenna, Anthony, and Alyssa, her son Chad and wife Rose Marie and their children Victoria and Sean, sister Joyce Kennedy and brother Douglas Shanoian and wife Patty, dear nieces and nephews Renee O’Brien, Lynne Kennedy, Valerie Kennedy, Damian Shanoian, Jeromy Shanoian, best friend and partner in crime Trude Richmond, and many great nieces and nephews, cousins, and friends whom she loved immensely. Preceded in passing by her brother Art Shanoian, Jr. 

“Cookie” as she was affectionately called when she was a young girl had a servant’s heart guided toward her family from a young age. She cherished her cousins incredibly and looked forward seeing them during the many visits back to the family farm near Fresno with her parents and siblings. She always got to ride in the middle of the front seat because she got car sick and joked later in life that her brother Doug never made her forget she was being spoiled to have the privilege. She was a Girl Scout and Candy Striper at the hospital, embracing her servant’s heart from a young age. Marietta loved caring for children and babysat the neighborhood kids to earn money as a teenager. Dancing was one of her great joys and as a girl was a Sugar Plum Fairy in the famed Nutcracker Ballet at the San Francisco Opera. 

Marietta had an adventurous spirit and loved horsepower. She boasted about her Ranchero with a T-Bird motor that she drag raced a bit in high school that “no one could touch her”. As a young woman, she loved music and Lake Tahoe from which one of her trips she hitchhiked saying in hindsight it probably wasn’t the best idea. 

She truly was a reflection of the best of both of her parents whom she deeply, deeply loved, respected, and admired. Her father Arthur went on to be a Hall of Fame Auto Racing Car Owner. Marietta cherished their many trips to the races where she could cheer on the family car, most special to her heart being the scenic and famous Calistoga Speedway, one of the few tracks that mom Anita would go to. When her father Art won the 1973 BCRA Car Owner’s Championship, it was at the celebratory banquet that she met the 1973 BCRA Driving Champion, Ken Nichols whom she said, “Once I saw him that was it. He was my man”. Ken and Marietta were soulmates joined in true love. They shared the same passions for competition, adventure, kindness, and family. 

After getting married at Lake Tahoe in 1975, she and Ken traveled to the races with her son Jimmy on the West Coast for the next two years until they decided to go to the racing capital of the world and move to Indiana. The family shared many adventures traveling through the Midwest and across country which became many of her most cherished stories. Getting lost for 6 hours at night when they were only about an hour from home in the middle of nowhere after husband Ken said he knew a shortcut, trying to fry up the little fish he caught to bring home for dinner that she said ended up being about the size of two potato chips, and even flying in a Learjet. When they lived in Brownsburg, she loved to recall the story of when Ken took Jimmy to play in the local Little League All Star game and he lost a pop up in the lights which unfortunately found his face on the way down. Dad opened the door and said, “Now, don’t panic” holding Jimmy back from sight until she raced over and saw her son and recalled that, “it was so swollen and bruised it looked like the baseball was in his eye”. 

It was in Indianapolis in 1976 that son Chad was born. He went to his first races at only a few weeks old for which she said she left one teeny part of his hands exposed to the sun which got burned and the doctor sternly admonished her like she couldn’t believe. He never stepped foot outside again if he was in arm’s reach of her without his mom’s hands slathering sunscreen all over his face, even as an adult. 

Marietta loved the long nights to the races to compete and see what she considered her extended family. Her husband Ken and her would put the back seats in the Toyota Celica down to make a hot wheels race track and bed for son Chad. To save time they would change driver and passenger positions at speed down the highway. Marietta was never the owner or driver of record, but she was an integral part and inspiration for three Hall of Fame Careers, multiple championships, and hundreds upon hundreds of feature victories of her father, husband, and sons. The grandstands will forever echo with her yelling “C’mon Nichols GO!!!” as her husband charged to the lead. 

Marietta adored her family. She never missed a wedding, funeral, birthday, or any family event that she could attend. In a day and age when families seem to go their separate ways and keep in touch passingly via social media, she embraced the lost art of “the visit” that her parents had done so well. She made time whenever possible to stop by and spend time with her family and friends. Racing trips to Madera would often involve her dropping her father, husband, and sons off at the track while she went to see the family in Fresno until returning later in the evening to the races. She would spend hours on the phone keeping in contact with all those she held close to her heart listening, telling stories, and offering unfiltered advice straight from the heart which we will all miss. 

She enjoyed beautiful things but was never considered materialistic. She liked her jewelry shiny and the wheels on her car chrome. She loved to travel most special place being Amsterdam, but also spent time in Italy, Belgium, England, Japan, and Paris among others. She enjoyed Andrea Bocelli, whom she saw live the week prior to her passing. A truly special moment for a woman loved her music and never let West Side Story or The Wizard of Oz play without joining in song. 

One of her most precious days was the surprise 40th Anniversary party her husband Ken threw for her with all her friends and family waiting in secret at The Olympic Club in the very same room she helped orchestrate her parent’s wedding anniversary celebration. When the doors whisked open her eyes and face lit up and she said she “could just not believe it”. The woman of honor who loved dancing her whole life and would always remind us that her husband Ken doesn’t dance was in for the real surprise. She was absolutely astonished when she found out that he had secretly taken lessons when he led her around the floor in dance in front of all those who loved her. Her smile that day was as big and bright as her heart. 

Most of all, Marietta was an incredible giver. Everyone felt like family, even strangers. She took care of us all. Officially, she was a volunteer at St. John’s Armenian Church, but unofficially she was a volunteer in all our lives. She took the time to ask about one’s life and loved enough to listen. She was the rock of the family and the keeper of its stories and secrets. She knew anything about anyone at any time because she took the time to care and we all felt safe leaning on her. 

One never entered her house without a warm smile and embracing arms and you never left her house without a plate of food and an I love you. 

Marietta was richly loving and generous and in her passing one finds it impossible to recall a time she asked for anything in return. 

Memorial and viewing will be held at Skylawn Funeral Home and Memorial Park 100 Lifemark Rd., San Mateo, CA on Tuesday June 14. Guests may arrive at 11 AM with memorial to begin at 12 PM. Reception to follow.

Sherry Ann Fields (Lynch)

Sad news I received from Carole Marlar Steele: 

"I have a message that I'm sad to share with you:  I accidentally discovered while searching the internet recently, that my very dear friend and former Westmoor classmate, (class of 1964), Sherry Ann Lynch (married name, Fields) passed away November 28, 2014.  Unfortunately, I don't have any other details.  I've tried to contact her brother, David Lynch, but I haven't been successful.    I guess my search to find Sherry has finally ended."

From the memorial page:

Sherry Ann Fields (Lynch)

September 2, 1946 ~ November 28, 2014 (age 68)

Sherry Ann Fields, 68, of Indianapolis, passed away Friday, November 28, 2014. She was born September 2, 1946 in Noblesville, Indiana to the late Ira R. and Dorotha M. (Huse) Lynch. 

Sherry is survived by her brother, Dave Lynch of Reno, Nevada. She is preceded in death by both her parents, Ira R. and Dorotha M. (Huse) Lynch. 

At this time, no services are to be held.

Indiana Memorial

3562 W. 10th Street

Indianapolis, IN  46222

Diana Lee 1946-2016

Dear classmates, 

I'm sorry report that Diana Lee lost her battle with cancer this morning. Her daughter Kate posted the following on facebook 

"Our beautiful Mommy, Grandmother, Wife, Aunt, Sister-in-law, Granddaughter and friend has left on her next journey.  She passed peacefully in her sleep early this morning.  She now dances among the Angels and will always be watching over us.  We love you so much!  Thank you for showing us all what unconditional love and family means.  Heart-to-heart, wings-to-wings forever and always. We miss you already. Xoxo"

Our hearts go out to the Koeffler family. If you would like to send a card or note, send to her husband Joe at

Mr Joe Koffler and family

Paul David Anibale 1946-2015

Dear Classmates,

I received some very sad news from Dave Sholin and wanted to pass it along to everyone. Our classmate Paul Anibale passed away Friday night at his home in Lincoln, California. Paul had been dealing with many health issues for quite some time but yet as we all know, in events such as this his passing is a shock. Paul had many friends in our class. Paul leaves behind his partner Judy, a daughter Francine and a son David.

As I get more  information, I will send it along.  Condolences for the family can be sent to Judy at pauljude@sbcglobal.net or send them to Dave Sholin, yourduke@aol.com and he will send them on to the family.

A letter from Ron

Westmoor Class of 64 Newsletter Mar 6, 2014 Dear Marian, The following is a letter from Ron to all of the class.  It's Ron's birthday today - If you want to send him a birthday wish its rkjohnson@astound.net. Dear Classmates, With only 3 months until our 50th reunion, I am reminded of that Kodak commercial whose theme song included the following: "Good morning yesterday You wake up, and time has slipped away And suddenly it's hard to find the memories you left behind Remember, do you remember?........ Here comes the setting sun The seasons are passing one by one So gather moments while you may Collect the dreams you dream today Remember, will you remember The times of your life?" We all grew up together in a simpler, more gentle time and we formed bonds and friendships that we thought would never end. But time and life have a way of changing our focus, and we move on to new friends and new challenges and new places to raise our own families. Our 50th reunion offers you an opportunity to go back and revisit those memories of long ago and rekindle those friendships you so treasured back then. Or, as I have done, you may be able to form new bonds with new friends you didn't really know in high school. Since our last reunion, I have suffered through the loss of Al Contrares, Bruce Hix, Larry Westre and Kathy Sarubbi, four people who were an important part of my life while growing up. Because of our reunions, I was able to reconnect with these people and restore those old memories and collect new memories before they were taken from us. I hope you will take this opportunity to join us in June and help us dust off those "misty memories of yesteryears"......... Ron Johnson If you haven't sent in your registration yet, think about doing it now.  We want to see all of you.   Go Rams!   Marian Gallian Westmoor Class of 64 Reunion Committee quiltcentral@yahoo.com http://www.1964rams.com/ PRINT THIS FORM and mail in - address below These are Early Bird prices. Prices will go up on April 15, 2014. All monies are refundable until May 1, 2014. Combined price for both Friday Night and Saturday Night - $155 per person Or choose the Friday night only price - $45 per person Or choose the Saturday Night only price - $110 per person Your name _______________________________________ Address _____________________________________________ City, State, Zip code ____________________________________________ cell Phone _________________ Email address ______________________________________ Name you were known by in high school _________________________________________ Number of people attending ______ Name of Friday night spouse and/or guest(s) _______________________________________________________________ Name of Saturday night guest/Spouse _________________________________________________________________ Total Dollars Remitted: For combined fri and Saturday night ticket ____ people at $155 per person $_________ For Friday night only ____ people at $45 per person $_________ For Saturday night only ____ people at $110 per person $_________ 300 page pictorial 50 year history of the class of 64 ____ copies at $45 per copy $_________ Mail book @ $5 per copy $_______ (circle one) --Let me know the details of the golf event-- or --I am not interested in the golf event-- All donations will be confidential: Gift to Westmoor High School $________ and specify the department the gift is to be given to:____________________ Donation to help classmates attend the reunion who might need assistance financially: $________ I have an extra room and would like to invite a classmate to stay at my home during the reunion ______yes Comments: Make checks payable to WESTMOOR HIGH REUNION Mail Check and this form To: Ron Johnson* 40 Park Terrace Ct. * Walnut Creek, CA 94597

Larry Peter Westre 1946-2014

We received sad news from Dave Sholin today that Larry Westre passed away last week.  His services are today.  I'm sorry we didn't get this information to you sooner.  Larry was well loved by many and we are fortunate to have been able to visit with him at the 45th reunion.

Larry Peter Westre  Oct. 3, 1946 - Feb. 7, 2014  Resident of Sunnyvale  Much loved husband, father and friend, Larry leaves behind his wife, Yvonne, daughters and their husbands, Leah and Jason Davis, and Alexa and Dave Watrous. He will be missed by grandchildren Jared, Annika, Brandon and Toren. Born and raised in San Francisco, Larry met the love of his life in high school and raised his family in Sunnyvale. He worked at GTE/General Dynamics in Mt. View for 38 years and was a member of the Sons of Norway. He coached softball and soccer for Metro, Homestead High School, San Jose Strikkers, and AYSO. A Celebration of Larry's life will be held at Vista restaurant at Sunnyvale Municipal Golf Course on Feb. 12 at 3pm. In lieu of flowers, donations may be sent to Casa Hogar de Ninas Santa Maria de Guadalupe PO Box 5086 San Luis, AZ 85349. Skol! - See more at: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/mercurynews/obituary.aspx?n=larry-peter-westre&pid=169620862&fhid=24141#sthash.4t63L9cw.dpuf

Last Chance for Early Bird pricing

Westmoor High Class of 64 News

Just a reminder for everyone that you need to have your registration postmarked by February 1st to take advantage of the early bird prices.  The registration form is at http://www.1964rams.com/orderform.htm.  You know the drill, fill out the form and mail it to Ron with a Check.  On Feb 1st Prices go up to $155 for both nights, $45 for Friday Night Only and $110 for Saturday Night Only.   I've posted the menus and times on the website for both Nights.   The menu for Saturday Night's buffet is: Starters Roasted Tomato Soup Garden Mixed Greens With Bell Peppers, Baby Tomatoes and Balsamic Vinaigrette Caesar Salad Entrees Beef Tri-Tip With Caramelized Onions, Roasted Baby Yukon and Merlot Infused Demi Seared Salmon Roasted Zucchini, Yellow Squash, Tomatoes, Lemon and Capers Breast of Chicken Artichokes, Mushroom, Garlic and Chardonnay Dessert Bread Pudding With Chocolate Sauce and Vanilla Cream Ice Cream Station and Condiments Don't forget to book the hotel - see http://www.1964rams.com/hotels.html Check out the list of Who's Coming at http://www.1964rams.com/whoiscoming.htm June will be here before you know it!!! Marian

Bruce Hix - 1946-2013

Since we received notice that our friend Bruce Hix passed away a few days ago, many have  come forward with stories about Bruce that they want everyone to hear.  If I receive any  more stories I will post them here.   Over the last 15 years heading up the reunion committee the one question I heard over  and over again at every event was "Is Bruce coming or has anyone heard from Bruce?".   Bruce was larger than life and yet he was a very private person and requested no memorial  service.  So this is our final tribute to our friend Bruce.  R.I.P.

From Dave Sholin Certainly not an email I was looking forward to send but early this morning our classmate, longtime friend and star athlete Bruce Hix lost his battle with ALS. As it turns out I was fortunate to have a last conversation with him yesterday afternoon. Other than dealing with a cold he was in fairly good spirits and we talked about the changes at Joes of Westlake and Jim Fotenos' name came up and he said right away.."smartest guy I know and a great linebacker!"  Still talking football.. and in fact he was watching the Alabama/Auburn game. It is sad but Bruce is in a much better place. What he had ahead of him was not good and  even at this stage he was extremely weak. He went in his sleep and he is no longer in  pain.  Luckily did not suffer in his final hours.  Bruce made it clear (more than several times) that he did not want any sort of funeral or  memorial so we can just honor his memory in our own way. R.I.P Bruce.    Dave Sholin ----------------------------------------  From Jim Fotenos Bruce Hix was the greatest athlete I've ever personally known.  As each of you know, he excelled in basketball,  football, and of course baseball.  He would have been a fine track and field athlete if he had had the time.  But  what made him truly great was that he was fiercely competitive and a leader.  We all knew that who played with  him. (His competiveness is captured in a yearbook photo of him tearing away a ball from a competitor on the  basketball court.)  I still remember his performance (and Marc Mallinger's) in the South City game.  He was  Westmoor's Joe Montana.  But for the seductive but destructive attractions of the Sixties he very well might h ave made it to the Bigs with the Giants.  And he had a great sense of humor.  Following practice the day before  a game, as was his custom, Matisi gave us a pep talk on the side of the practice field.  He cautioned us to take  it easy that night and get a good night's sleep. He specifically asked Bruce if he would behave.  Bruce answered  he then worked nights at a gas station):  "Don't worry coach, I'll just be pumping ethyl."  (Those under a certain  age won't get that joke.)  It was cruel fate that someone as physically gifted as Bruce would contract the  harshest of physically debilitating deceases.  Almost Shakespearian. Let Dylan sing our lament:   "May your feet always be swift   May you have a strong foundation  When the winds of changes shift   May your heart always be joyful  And may your song  always be sung   May you stay forever young   Forever young, forever young   May you stay forever young."   Your song will always be sung by us,  Bruce. It's unfortunate that there will no memorial.  There are many of us who would like to pay our respects.  Jim Fotenos -------------------------------------------------------  From Jane White Zang I was fortunate enough to have many phone conversations with Bruce and enjoyed hearing his voice.   He  certainly kept his sense of humor. We had some great laughs. I knew how hard this was for Bruce being  so active his whole life,  but did not hear a lot of complaints,  just his frustration     Will miss him much. No need for a memorial as all those great memories cannot be erased.     Jane White Zang    -------------------------------------------------------  From Allen Miller  I cannot express what a hero Bruce was to our entire school.  Though I did not hang in  his large inner circle, He leaves me to this day with burning memories of his great  athletic abilities and accomplishments on the sports field.  I would go to games just  to see him do what he did best.  I personally looked forward to seeing him again at our  next reunion. Death does not just affect the departed, but the hundreds of people who  have him in their heart and memory.  He lives on in those memories.  He will not be  forgotten for a very long time.  Over the years, I could always visualize his face in  my mind.  Few people have that great of an impact. Alan Miller ----------------------------------------------------- Label Promo Ace Bruce Hix Passes December 2, 2013 at 4:11 PM (PT) Longtime music promotion executive and accomplished athlete BRUCE HIX passed away early  yesterday morning from complications related to ALS. BRUCE excelled in many sports and in  1967 played for the SAN FRANCISCO GIANTS. Following his playing days he entered the music industry working for several labels, among them  WARNER BROS., MOTOWN and POLYGRAM. No services are planned. ----------------------------------------------------- Bruce Randolph Hix  Bats: Right, Throws: Right   Height: 5' 8", Weight: 165 lb. Born: August 27, 1946  (Age 67) Minors Batting Year Age Tm Lg Lev Aff G PA AB R H 2B 3B HR RBI SB CS BB SO BA OBP SLG OPS TB GDP HBP SH SF IBB 1965 18 Decatur MIDW A SFG 121 443 121 19 5 12 .273 .420 186 1966 19 2 Teams 2 Lgs A-WRk SFG 132 493 156 27 5 10 .316 .452 223 1966 19 Giants AZIL WRk SFG 1966 19 Fresno CALL A SFG 132 493 156 27 5 10 .316 .452 223 1967 20 Waterbury EL AA SFG 52 198 170 25 42 3 1 3 22 0 1 28 22 .247 .354 .329 .683 56 1968 21 Fresno CALL A SFG 81 285 86 15 2 1 .302 .379 108 4 Seasons 386 1419 1391 25 405 64 13 26 22 0 1 28 22 .291 .305 .412 .717 573 WRk (1 season) WRk A (3 seasons) A 334 1221 1221 363 61 12 23 .297 .297 .423 .721 517 AA (1 season) AA 52 198 170 25 42 3 1 3 22 0 1 28 22 .247 .354 .329 .683 56 Minors Fielding  Year Age Tm Lg Lev Aff G CG Ch PO A E DP Fld% RF/G lgCS% PO 1965 18 Decatur MIDW A SFG 3B 121 355 92 234 29 .918 2.69 1967 20 Waterbury EL AA SFG 3B 52 148 37 100 11 8 .926 2.63 2 Seasons 173 503 129 334 40 8 .920 2.68 Teams Played For  Year Age Tm Lg Lev Aff 1965 18 Decatur Commodores Midwest League A SFG 1966 19 AIL Giants Arizona Instructional League WRk SFG 1966 19 Fresno Giants California League A SFG 1967 20 Waterbury Giants Eastern League AA SFG 1968 21 Fresno Giants California League A SFG ----------------------------------------------------- From Ken Liss - 1966 WHS Subject: Bruce Hix passed away yesterday Some of you might already know and some might not. Bruce had AlS. I've known Jeff Trager since the 60's and knew he and Bruce were in the music biz. I asked him to write a little about Bruce for a Westmoor/Daly City Facebook page for all those people who only knew Bruce a little or practically not at all. If anyone has any Bruce Hix stories I'd love to hear them and pass them on to the Facebook group, if you're ok with it. ----------------------------------------------------- From Jeff Trager Thank you Kenny for the email. I knew Bruce in very special way. He really was like a younger brother. Bigger, stronger, maybe not as quick, and definitely couldn't jump as high as I could, we were attached at the hip in many ways. Same high school, same passion for sports and music, and women. Both stayed single and had a plethora of the same group of friends. I don't know if you know this, but I got Bruce not only his first job in the record business, but his second also. He later got my old job when I got fired from Polygram. I taught him a lot of the ways I thought he should be as a promotion man. He was a great student and turned out to be one of the best promo guys I ever knew. He was tenacious. Every music artist and group should have had Bruce promote their record. He actually took it personal when radio station wouldn't play the records he thought were hits. We traveled a lot. Hawaii, Mexico. It seemed everywhere I would go to run away from a girl friend or lost my job, Bruce would show up. We shared a suite at a house in Puerto Vallarta, and I think even shared a few Senorita's too. We had a lot in common. Rascals to the bone, we ran hard, and we ALWAYS seemed to have a great time. Playing volleyball against the locals in Mexico, with our old friends Jerry Nunnemann and Rodger the annoying Silver was an everyday event for Bruce and I. I remember that Happy Rockefellers' Finnochio son, just loved Bruce and would spend thousands of dollars on us at a local hot spot in Vallarta. He would say "Brucie, you should join our team". Bruce, being a man's man, diplomatically declined of course. Bruce had no fear. He even asked Liz Taylor to dance right in front of Richard Burton at the City Dump Club there. God, we had some great times. If I said I had almost a million stories about our relationship and adventures, I might be close to being right. He was quite frankly the most stubborn son of a bitch I ever met, God love him. When Bruce felt he was right, look the hell out. I loved his passion, I loved his laughter, I loved his zest for life. He was a unique human being. he was one of a kind. I know he is in a better place now. I am so blessed to have been able to see him on Thanksgiving. I know he told me he didn't want to see anyone, but maybe the Good Lord had a plan for me to just drop in on him. We talked about the old days, and we laughed, and yes physically, it wasn't the Bruce I remembered, but it certainly was the old crusty, opinionated, feisty friend that I will miss. Some day I will write a book, and there will be a whole chapter about the "Stump" as I would call him. "Hixie", you touched a lot of lives. That to me is a true essence of what this man was all about. You know the son of bitch said to me when I left him the other day. He said "You never could hit!" That was his parting words. You know what? He was right. Not even the great Hix could help me. Maybe I should put that on my tombstone. Jeff Trager could never hit! So say, Bruce Hix Jeff Trager ----------------------------------------------------- From Ed Perry Class of 64-Growing up in Westlake I played little league baseball for Les Richies  Flying A. Our nemeses and the team we could never beat was from Broadmoor.  Coached by Mr Hix and with two outstanding players his son Bruce and  Gary Mendoza that team won every year. Some things just stick.  Ed Perry ----------------------------------------------------- From Paul Biancalana That was a very sad email received this morning regarding Bruce. Allen Miller's email to you  regarding Bruce was expressed perfectly for those of us who were not in Bruce's large inner  circle. He was our "rock" and "foundation" during our high school years athletics. I grew up  knowing Bruce playing little league baseball and playing sandlot ball during high school. After  graduation, I was fortunate to meet Bruce in Arizona during the Giants spring training games.  I was stationed in the Air Force in Az and the times I was able to meet and chat with Bruce  was fun, he would leave me tickets in Phoenix and Tucson for the spring training games and  it was thrilling to see our high school hero almost making it to the majors. I'm not sure what  happened to his career after the 1968 season but that is the last time I saw Bruce. It  definitely brings tears to my eyes knowing he is gone. Paul Biancalana ----------------------------------------------------- From Rob Van Tassell  I just read the email about Bruce. I have a short story I want to include. I wasn't a part of  Bruce's inner circle, but I really looked forward to game day to be a part of his magic. He was  everything the others have already said. One event still sticks in my mind though. During one  game (forgot which one), I was playing offensive guard, and he called for a pass play. As he  dropped back to pass, two defensive players were charging him, trying for that big hit on the  star quarterback. My side of the line was holding up well, so I had no one to block. I turned  toward Bruce and saw he was going to get really creamed. Fortunately, he saw the two  attackers, and he started to roll out to his left. I decided "No way Jose", so I charged towards  the rushers and wiped them both out with one block. Bruce completed the pass, and life was  good again. Bruce looked me right in the eye and said "Thank You." To this day, in my years  of playing football and rugby, not one team leader or super star has ever said thank you for  something I did during a game, and I had several major contributions to my teams. Bruce  was a true leader. He was My Man.  Rob Van Tassell -----------------------------------------------------  From Ron Johnson As early as grammar school, Bruce and I were friends and rivals on the athletic field.  It seemed we were always the two guys choosing up teams at lunchtime for baseball,  football, basketball, or kickball. We started playing together in Cub Scout softball, moved on to midget baseball (little league today), and eventually junior baseball (ages  13-14). In 1960, our last year together before high school, Bruce's dad coached  Bruce and me, along with Gary Mendoza, Al Contrares, and Ed Perry to 3 league championships and 2 or 3 tournament championships. For our effort, Van Amburg  of KGO TV, channel 7, recognized our team as the best team in Northern California. As Freshmen, things changed. The Frosh/Soph team was a pretty good team. But I  didn't get a chance to pitch a lot that year, as Coach Carr said he had to get our  Sophomore pitchers ready to pitch at the varsity level the next year. As a result, we  ended up losing a lot of games 11-9, or 13-10. In the last game of the year, Coach  Carr finally let me start against Capuchino, a team that was 13-0, and had already  clinched the league championship. In the bottom of the 7th, we were leading 3-0.  With 2 outs, I gave up a single, and on the first pitch to the next hitter, the base runner  steals second. On the next pitch, Bruce, who is playing shortstop, calls for a pick off. I  turn and fire a strike to Bruce and we get the 3rd out. Only, the runner, sliding back into second, spikes Bruce in the left hand and the ball rolls away.......the runner is safe. After  attending to Bruce's cuts, Bruce calls for a second pickoff attempt. This time we get the  runner and the game is over. In the post game celebration, Bruce and I shook hands,  and Bruce said "This is the way the whole year should have been." That was the last game of baseball Bruce and I played together. The next year, Bruce  moved up to Varsity and I had a major falling out with Coach Carr and moved on to  play golf. As competitive and cocky as Bruce was, I always found Bruce supportive, with an ability to recognize the contribution of others. Thanks to Dave Sholin, I was able to visit Bruce early in 2012. As you would expect,  we talked a lot about sports and the old days. I began to realize that he too cherished  those early years when we were learning to be "jocks". This really hit home when, as  I was getting ready to leave, he gave to me several pictures and press clippings from  our early baseball years. I will cherish them for as long as I live. Ron Johnson ---------------------------------------------------- From Larry Siegel Of course Bruce was just a remarkable athlete. I remember he came down to the track & in Heavy sweats easily cleared the high jump bar.... But more memorable was he was just a good human.... Sad day for all of us Larry Siegel ---------------------------------------------------- For those of you that didn't see the Broadmoor Facebook page: Pam, Bruce's sister, released his ashes on Dec.28th at Lake Merced with his dog Sadie. It was at the site where his brother Bill's ashes were released earlier. The day was glorious and the sun shined on the spot the whole time. Bruce is now free of pain and can run, hit, throw and make baskets as we remember him in the old days!   Charlotte Bond char.bond@aol.com