Vic said to me one day when I was a Junior and he a Senior, “You know, a hundred years from now, all anyone will know of me is a faded name on a tombstone. They won’t know how I would do this,” in which he raised his thumb, winked, clicked his tongue and said, “Neat!” and then he added, “and they won’t remember how I used to say ‘Guk!’… Life is but an empty dream!”

Was anyone from this group with Vic when he led an exploration of the abandoned hotel down on the waterfront?


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