Bruce Hilger

Profile Updated: November 2, 2015
Bruce Hilger
Bruce Hilger

Then

Bruce Hilger

Now

Bruce Hilger

Yearbook

Yes! Attending Reunion
Did you attend the 55th reunion on Sept 19, 2015?

Yes

Spouse/Partner

Sherry and I spent grad, having and raising kids. We aren't together but we all are together and thankfully close.

Residing In now and in the past:

Walla Walla with the stinky pea harvest for college. Chicago was terribly cold or humid/hot for grad work. Germany 3 years in the Army which got my world travel satiated completely. Yuba City where I was able to mature and raise a family, since 1975.

What have you done and/or are you doing?

To keep wrinkles down, I ride faster so the wind smooths everything out. Dealing with larger ears is easy, I don't use a mirror. In place of the '29 Pickup/Hotrod with loud pipes, I volunteer to help others in need. This is a continuation of my life's devotion. I can say, and not boastfully, that a complex view of my world has given me a comfortable appreciation and understanding as I see it and live it. This is not a religious thing, but it helps get me away from the problems I will always have, it gives me a better connection with others.

Kids and grandkids:

They are a constant reminder that Bruce is old, old, and again OLD. I can't help that is just a normal life process, but having fun with the sprouts is the alternative. Laughter helps me to show them not to be serious....and keep that focus. They, in turn, help me do that. I will some day die, and what I am talking about is the hand off, the baton. It means I can see their way, the new way. I know that was what Glorietta, Orinda Union and Miramonte were all about for me, Bruce. I am sorry for putting the poison oak all over the bus stop but some of the other things I did were OK.

What was your first car?

A 7 year old's toy wind-up Pop got for me on a trip. Steering wheel, gears, rubber wheels, convertible. It now sits on my desk. Following this a go-kart. Then a triple carb hot-rod. Pop's vette and after some, a pick-up truck I will never sell. Lastly, dual-sport motorcycle I now ride off road in the dirt, it is my Leather-man for everything on wheels.

High points of your life since high school?

Finding an alcoholic/addict.
Exercise
Being single so I can involve myself in as much of the world possible.
I miss playing the piano (can't do it all)

Memories of High School:

My most important, but not stand alone, years.

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Cebe, Somewhere I started writing and then lost it. You seem to be the happy one on the mountain top. Probably because the world is nice from that vantage. From your profile I feel both of us are at a good time of our lives. I am sure we could share interesting stories but I am surprised at your feeling about Miramonte where i felt you had a better attitude there than you indicate. Not to get personnel, I just wanted to send you an comfortable hello and many happy days outdoors. Bruce Hilger

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My Car
It wasn’t talking to me. As I was leaving the health club, there it was in the parking lot. This grabbed me from many years ago even though it has an overhead rather than a flathead V-8 engine. Another person, a guy?, might have had a casual, interested glance without breaking step. The millennials and their teenagers just don’t do these things because they are texting, have earbuds and seem to be looking down all the time. No one else would have noticed it the way I did. It’s not like it was an old girlfriend and my mind spouts, “Oh, there’s Penelope.” We had no back seat affairs, no chocolate malts, but when we drove into the Miramonte High School parking lot everyone who was in seeing-distance or hearing-distance from the glass packs would take a huge notice. And it was not a modern design because this thing was hand crafted using ideas resurrected from deep inside. It wasn’t love, but it had a solid connection. Does someone have a white Corvette, or one of those T-Birds, both real head turning machines but mine came from the other side of the tracks. I worked; I saved and scrimped with a plan. One day this thing fell out of the air and it just had to come home with me. A 29 Model A Roadster Pickup. I remember tying it bumper to bumper to our old Cadillac and dragging it home, without motor, no brakes, and suddenly Dick Allen let out a scream because he was sitting in the seat when the towrope broke and the little truck coasted down my street to a convenient stop in front of our house. Life was a laugh, as in fun, not crazy, but looking for enjoyment, not so serious and while we were careful, innovative things were done but with a touch of chance. It’s like, if the very first flight, they called them Wright Brothers, can I’ll make this thing hot and worthwhile too? And so with graduation things change, we move on. That is what Miramonte memories are for.
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My Car
It wasn’t talking to me. As I was leaving the health club, there it was in the parking lot. This grabbed me from many years ago even though it has an overhead rather than a flathead V-8 engine. Another person, a guy?, might have had a casual, interested glance without breaking step. The millennials and their teenagers just don’t do these things because they are texting, have earbuds and seem to be looking down all the time. No one else would have noticed it the way I did. It’s not like it was an old girlfriend and my mind spouts, “Oh, there’s Penelope.” We had no back seat affairs, no chocolate malts, but when we drove into the Miramonte High School parking lot everyone who was in seeing-distance or hearing-distance from the glass packs would take a huge notice. And it was not a modern design because this thing was hand crafted using ideas resurrected from deep inside. It wasn’t love, but it had a solid connection. Does someone have a white Corvette, or one of those T-Birds, both real head turning machines but mine came from the other side of the tracks. I worked; I saved and scrimped with a plan. One day this thing fell out of the air and it just had to come home with me. A 29 Model A Roadster Pickup. I remember tying it bumper to bumper to our old Cadillac and dragging it home, without motor, no brakes, and suddenly Dick Allen let out a scream because he was sitting in the seat when the towrope broke and the little truck coasted down my street to a convenient stop in front of our house. Life was a laugh, as in fun, not crazy, but looking for enjoyment, not so serious and while we were careful, innovative things were done but with a touch of chance. It’s like, if the very first flight, they called them Wright Brothers, can I’ll make this thing hot and worthwhile too? And so with graduation things change, we move on. That is what Miramonte memories are for.
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