Roy Goldman Goldman

Life has been FUN. In addition to a teriffic family, I have had an interesting professional life. From the time I left grad school in 1979 until 1996, I worked for several companies, mostly in a niche consulting industry.

In 1996, I joined Mintax as a managing partner. In 2006, the company was sold to ADP, and I spent the next 3 years wandering around in the black hole of corporate America waiting for my non-compete to expire.

Started a new company with 3 partners just before our 40th reunion. Things went well the first 3 years but my local partner and I had a falling out with our Tennessee partners in late 2012 and we sold out to them. Since then I have been doing independent consulting with a company in Chicago and Seattle which keeps me busy when I am not doing personal travel and constantly spending money and time repairing my rust bucket of a boat....

In addition to being in the situation where I loved every job I held (with the minor exception of ADP),

I have been lucky enough to have traveled much of the world. My professional responsibilities have enabled me to travel to every major US city multiple times and to most states.

Once the kids were grown, Isabelle and I have traveled much of the world, not just to the usual destinations in Europe, South America and Asia, but to some exotic locations including India, Nepal, Cambodia, Australia, Micronesia, the Galapagos and the Amazon.

Since the last reunion I have added Mongolia and the Bolivian jungle to my "exotic" destinations as well as numerous trips to more conventional spots.

As a lover of the water and boating, we currently reside on a lagoon in South Jersey with my boat docked in the back yard. In addition, we have an oceanfront place on a semi-remote island in the Carribbean in Belize, which back in my Central days was the British Honduras.

THANK YOU CENTRAL!

I still remember attending Freshman orientation in early September of 1965 like it was yesterday (well, ALMOST like it was yesterday), with Mr. Smith playing "The War March of the Priests."

On the first day of school I met Alan Gold in Mr. Kidney's Latin class. We found out that we just lived a few blocks from each other. He asked if I wanted to take the bus home together. I told him that I couldn't as I as trying out for the freshman football team. He pointed at me, laughed and said, "You, with that body?"

I was cut later that afternoon. Alan and I became best friends and inseparable for the next 4 years (except in classes, where he was all advanced placement and I was mostly remedial.)

In 12th grade, I (and everyone else in the class) was in utter trepedation when I walked into English class in Mr. Cades homeroom. What a RELIEF when, with great flair and style, Mr. Logan entered as our teacher.

Every year, on the last day of school, Alan Gold, Gary Turetsky and I would walk all the way to our homes in NE Philly, with of course, several junk food and coke 'fill-ups' at local grocery stores. In my case, in two of those years, it really was not my last day since I had to attend summer school, courtesy of Mr. RW Werner after 9th grade, and Mr. Brooks and Mr. Moliver after 11th grade. My 9th grade bus to summer school (at Olney High) became known as the 'Flunkyville Express."

As I read the profiles of my classmates, I am struck by several observations.

One observation is how much pride I have in their success, and the number of my classmates of the 228 who went on to become accomplished leaders and professionals in fields that help our society, including medicine, research, engineering, law, business and of course, teaching.

Another observation is what a mischievous lot we were! Some of that quality may be a byproduct of the overall intelligence of our class, and the need for a (healthy?) outlet to counterbalance the academic and in some cases athletic competitiveness that was experienced day-to-day. I also think the fact that we were 14 year olds who had to on our own make our way to School (in most cases, several miles) on public transportation, which helped us mature (a little) faster, and made us more independent and prone to prankery. But the main factors in forming the character of the 228 and most other CHS classes were:(1) the bond we developed by attending an all-boys school (and for 4 years, rather than the customary 3); 2)the teachers and administration that tolerated and without our knowledge controlled our behavior (to some degree); and 3) the sense of tradition and pride that we magically absorbed from being part of the school with traditions going back to 1836.

I don't know -but I suspect- THAT part of the school is dead and buried. Not only because classes are now coed, but because we live in an era of 'zero tolerance' in schools. I understand why things are the way they are and that one of the constants of life is change. But, to continue a discussion from Mr. Malloy's World Cultures class, not all change is good. I can still lament it. Its the romantic in me. Maybe some of the great current teachers in the 228, like Frank Greco who still teaches at Central or Gary Turetsky who teaches locally, may beg to differ? I don't want to sound like an old fart or my Grandparents friends back in the 60's, but I'm glad that I grew up then and not now.

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