PERSONAL PAGE FOR - Jack Higgins -1964
PHOTO NOW
PHOTO THEN
BIO
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Following DHS, I went to Fairfield University (CT). Two weeks after graduating from there, I took what I expected to be a two or three year romp working for CIA. Twenty-six years later I found I had had enough of a romp -- took a year off and then found a real job. At one point I worked for CIA Director Bill Casey and recall him saying, "When you leave, start your own business. I have never worked for anyone, and never will." I still wonder if he ever understood that Reagan was his boss, not just his friend.
BEST MEMORY OF DELEHANTY HIGH
For some reason, Detention springs to mind. Actually, I didn't spend all that much time there, and got plenty of demerits for skipping it. I recall vividly Joe C (last name being protected) exlaiming "This isn't the test", when handed Mrs. Cunningham's Latin-II exam. Joe, your sources let you down. Oh, and I can't fail to remember the athletic center, the dining room, and science lab. Yes, I was delusional then, too.
Spouse:
Ahh, memories.
Children:
Two girls. Monica, photo studio owner in Williamsburg, VA. Katie, a deputy sheriff in a nearby VA county.
Job:
I now oversee the financial operations of Fairfax County, VA. Don't ask.
Pets:
I'm hung up on this topic. Is this a reference to the Spouse block?
Favorite Teacher:
Enjoyed the wit of Cinelli and Mahoney, the intellectual curiousity of Dowling (math & physics), the enthusiasm of Darmento (Latin), the humanity of Gilgannon, and I am still not over the crushes I had on Theresa Reilly and Barbara Bielefeld.
Favorite Song:
Under the Boardwalk
Favorite Movie:
They were all in 8mm, and no name comes to mind.
Favorite Destination(s):
Nedicks. The Happy Hour.
Currently living in:
Reston, Virginia
Special Interests:
I am a news and current events junkie. If I could watch C-Span from a golf cart, I would be in heaven.
Comments:
The 2001 reunion was a wonderful renewal that I hope to experience again. In the meantime, I plan to stay tuned to this site to catch up on the wanderings of people to whom I have strong attachments.
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