Dan Bruce

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Dan Bruce
Dan Bruce


Dan Bruce


Yes! Attending Reunion
Class Year: 1960
Residing In: Conyers, GA USA
Homepage: http://www.prophecysociety.org
Occupation: Bible Expositor, Researcher, Chronologist, Writer
Military Service: Army (XVIII Airborne); combat 1965-66  
Life After High School (tell us what you've been up to):

After graduation from CPHS, I attended Georgia Tech as an Alfred P. Sloan Foundation scholar studying physics, where the main thing I learned was that I didn't want to be a physicist. After college, I volunteered for military service, engineering crypto systems for Army command networks, eventually serving overseas on combat duty with the XVIII Airborne Corp in 1965-66. During that time I briefly served on the field communication staff of Vice-President Hubert Humphrey. After the military, I worked at an engineering firm for several years before dropping out to live the carefree life of a late-1960s hippy. Never got into the drug scene (I was what they called a natural high, not needing drugs), but I did inhale occasionally and one evening in 1969 even sat around a campfire jamming with Janis Joplin and two members of Led Zeppelin.

After a mostly fun and adventurous summer, I saw that the hippy scene was leading nowhere and returned to the business world, where I made lots of money, well, enough to retire in 1984. The following year I hiked the Appalachian Trail from Georgia to Maine, all 2,200 miles of it, then a few years later started writing Trail guides. To keep the information in my guidebooks fresh, I hiked the whole Trail seven more times, having fun and doing environmental research. For seventeen years, I wrote The Thru-hiker's Handbook, the main guide used by people hiking from Georgia to Maine each summer. In 2007, I retired from writing Trail guides and switched to writing Bible commentaries, yielding to a calling that I had been running away from since my high school days. In all, I have written 32 books, the most important being my commentary on the Book of Daniel.

Today I continue to keep busy as a Christian writer, Bible expositor, researcher, Ancient Near East (ANE) chronologist, and founder and executive director of The Prophecy Society of Atlanta, where we believe that understanding the Bible is the most important thing an intelligent person can do to prepare for the future. The Bible has repeatedly proven itself to be accurate as handed down to us, and it is a trustworthy source of divine wisdom that is freely available to everyone. It offers the only knowledge that comes direct from the mind of God, providing time-tested wisdom that can help us navigate through this ever-changing fast-paced modern age.

As a researcher, I specialize in the interpretation of Bible prophecy and harmonization of ANE chronology. In 1974, I understood from my research the importance of an ancient prophecy recorded in the Book of Daniel that foretold the restoration of the Temple Mount in Jerusalem to Jewish sovereignty ... a 2,500 year old prophecy that had been fulfilled seven years earlier during the Six-Day War in 1967 while the whole world watched it happen on television ... and I eventually understood how the fulfillment of that prophecy could be used to unlock all of the chrono-specific prophecies in Daniel for understanding.

The result was my commentary on the Book of Daniel, titled Daniel Unsealed, considered by those who have read it to be the definitive work on that book of the Bible. The interpretations set forth in my book exactly agree with both the Biblical text and documented history, as all true interpretations of the Bible's predictive prophecies must. In addition, the prophecies in Daniel are fully explained in plain language, without the usual academic equivocations employed by most Bible scholars.

I also do research into ANE chronology, having published several books that challenge the traditional Hebrew kings chronology based on the Edwin Thiele chronology anchored by the Assyrian kings list. My research demonstrates that the traditional Assyrian timeline used in academia is in error prior to the year 745 B.C., and that the Hebrew chronology for that period, when properly understood and applied as specified in the Bible, is more accurate and can be used to correct and align all ANE chronologies.

However, if you are unfamiliar with the Bible, and weak in your knowledge of ANE history, you probably won't be able to fully appreciate my books. I invite you to try, though. Greater understanding of the way the Living God of the Bible interacts with mankind awaits those who do. And, if you have never understood the plan of salvation to eternal life presented in the Bible, feel free to contact me (770-922-1889 10am-7pm weekdays and Saturdays, after 2pm on Sundays, Eastern Time) and I will be glad to share what I know about it. Or, see http://www.prophecysociety.org/?p=10627

When I'm not writing books and doing research, my spare time is devoted to reading (non-fiction, especially biographies), listening to music (classical and folk), gardening (unfortunately I didn't inherit my Mom's green thumb with flowers, but I do have a knack for rooting shrubs), and hiking-walking. I live alone and thus do my fair share of house cleaning and yard work, both of which I enjoy up to a point.

School Story:

Alfred P. Sloan Foundation Scholar 1960
Suwanee Club Student of the Year 1959-60
National Honor Society 1959-60
Student Body President 1959-60
Key Club, Vice-President 1959-60
11th Grade Class President 1958-59
9th Grade Class President 1956-57
Football 1955-1958, lettered 1958
Student of the Year (8th Grade), 1956
Student Council 1955-1960

My memories of CPHS are both fond and bittersweet. High school was the place where I first realized that I could be a person of worth, but that my ambitions had to fit into a world that was bigger than myself and my dreams. It was also where I got the first glimpse of the way life works in the workaday world, namely, the unavoidable truth that most people don't really want to put themselves out or make personal sacrifices to make the world a better place. Those were good but hard lessons to learn early in life, and it took me all five years of high school to learn them (slow learner, I guess), but the knowledge gained has saved me a lot of grief in the years since.

I grew up as an only child in a one-parent family, son of an alcoholic and abusive father early in life, with the result that I learned to keep my thoughts and emotions to myself. During the years at CPHS, I had lots of acquaintances, was friendly with everyone, and never lost an election for anything. But, I never got invited to parties or social events, either, and I had no really close friendships that lasted beyond graduation. As a budding idealist, and as a young person trying to live a Christian life, I was probably somewhat hard to be around at times, way too intense I suspect and not really interested in the normal teenage pursuits of the time (rock music, fashionable clothes, who was dating who, sex).

During my last two years of high school, I was a real thorn in the side of those in authority, challenging the status quo and the 1950s "Leave It to Beaver" mindset that permeated high school life back then. Poor Mr. Felder, I can still see him wringing his hands in despair at some of the suggestions I made as student body president, and Coaches Badgett and Shaddix never forgave me for lobbying the school board to make passing grades a condition for participation in all extracurricular activities, including football and basketball. The harsh reaction from school authorities and coaches was my first realization that sport had already become the most prominent pagan religion in this country, the opiate of the mediocrity-loving American masses (and it is even moreso today to the detriment of our society).

In my senior year, two months before graduation, I almost got kicked out of school for taking part in an early civil rights get-together in Atlanta. Fortunately for me, Mrs. Cochran and Miss Jones saved my neck (and my scholarship) by standing up to Mr. Hutchinson for my right to express myself on issues I thought important, bless their hearts.

I was perhaps ten years ahead of my time, more 1969 social activist than 1959 sock hopper. I moved into Atlanta the day after graduation and I've only been back to College Park a few times, once in November 1960 to vote for JFK, and on occasion while passing through on the way to the airport, but never to just visit. Mostly I have tried to associate in both my public and private lives with those people and groups that want to give more to life and to others than they take (not a very large group, I'm afraid, especially nowadays as American life becomes more and more consumed by greed and materialism), and I have tried to do the same myself, mostly with good results, but sometimes not.

Being "cause oriented" (civil rights ... but not the current BLM movement, which is Marxist ... and equal rights, environment, social and economic justice for all, and so on) for more than half a century has been well worth the effort, though, and I feel very good about the positive contributions to American society and the world that I have made. I can honestly say that the world is a somewhat better place because of my efforts (certainly no worse), and I am proud to say that I have not taken more than my fair share of the things this world has to offer nor have I ever had to hit anyone in anger. In recent years, I have come to believe that many of the causes that are dear to my heart (e.g., saving the environment worldwide from overpopulation) are lost causes, although I'm still trying to make a difference, to make this world a better place. It's who I was in high school and who I remain.

Looking back, I'm very happy with the way things have turned out for me since high school, and I look to the future with optimism knowing that I have even more of myself to give to the world. I believe that the secret to true happiness can be found in serving others, a lesson I first learned growing up in College Park and a principle I continue to try to apply every day in some small way.

List the names of any of your siblings or other relatives who attended CPHS.

None of my relatives attended CPHS (the other Bruces were not related as far as I know).

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Mar 23, 2019 at 9:50 AM

Almost everyone from the Class of 1960 has retired from some profession or another. I myself have retired twice, once from the engineering-construction industry, a second time from the non-profit service industry. Now I'm in my third vocation---as an evangelist for the Gospel of Jesus as founder of The Prophecy Society of Atlanta---and the only retirement I will have from that career is when the Lord calls me home to heaven.

Telling others about salvation to eternal life through faith in Jesus is the focus of my life, and I would be remiss if I didn't share how to go to heaven with you folks who were such an important part of my early life so many years ago. No doubt many of you are already chosen to be one of the few who are saved and who will live in eternity with God in heaven, but for those of you who are not sure if you are included and still have questions, I offer this link that may help you find out for yourself: Who Can Be Saved to Eternal Life? Plus, you can always call me if you want to ask questions and/or discuss what the Bible says about salvation to eternal life through faith in Jesus: 770-922-1889 (10am-6pm Mon thru Sat; after 2pm on Sun).

And, if you have more basic doubts, such as doubt about the actual existence of God, you might check out my booklet, PROOF OF GOD: Hard Evidence for 21st Century Skeptics. It's available as a free download in PDF format: Download the Booklet

And just for the record, No, I do not think I am a prophet nor do I think I have a special channel to God that is not available to each of you. I'm just a simple believer in Jesus who spends time in the Bible researching its predictive prophecies, matching what the biblical text says with documented history and then reporting through books and on the internet where there is an exact match. It makes thought-provoking reading, see for example The Liberation of Jerusalem 1967.

Know this. If you are traveling the right path, God will bless your journey through this life into eternal life.

"Nothing but the Blood of Jesus" sung by the Dallas Christian Adult Concert

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Jan 01, 2019 at 1:37 PM


Like many of you, my life has taken a somewhat more convoluted journey than I could ever have imagined on the day we graduated from CPHS. It's had its share of mountaintops and valleys, and on more than one occasion I've asked myself, "What is it really all about?" Some years are best forgotten, and some are to be closely held as cherished memories. Yet, when I add everything up, I can now see that it has all been preparation for the next few years. Today, I begin organizing the "20/20 Symposium on the Book of Daniel", part one to be held in Atlanta in June of 2020 and part two to be held in Jerusalem in June of 2021. The Symposium and its after-effects may possibly be the most important thing in which I will ever participate, essentially the reason for my life. To spare those of you who are not interested in spiritual things I won't go into the details here, but for those of you who are, you can read about the Symposium at:


'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gained,
To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come 'round right.
… from an old Shaker hymn


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Dec 30, 2018 at 4:00 PM

I was six years old when allowed to stay up for my first New Year celebration. All day long I was excited at the prospect of seeing it come in for the first time. As midnight approached, we all rushed out into my Dad's back yard, where the view was unhindered for miles around. The adults began to count. 10, 9, 8 ... As the countdown progressed, my spine tingled. When the count would reach zero, I was expecting to see something akin to Fourth of July fireworks going off and something like the aurora borealis rushing by to mark the arrival of 1949. Finally the counting reached 3, 2, 1, then everyone shouted Happy New Year. And, as far as I could tell nothing unusual was happening in the sky to mark the occasion, just the normal twinkle of distant stars and silence, accented every now and then by a few firecrackers going off in the distance. My puzzlement was exacerbated by the frenzied excitement of the adults, who were busy sharing hugs and kisses with one another. I didn't understand what they were so worked up about at all. Oh well, it wasn't to be the last time I didn't understand reality ... The following New Year Eve I fell asleep long before midnight, content to spend the night dreaming a child's dreams for a few more years until a decade later, by having someone special to hug and kiss when the count reached zero as the New Year rang in, I finally began to understand what all the fuss was about. I hope your new year will be full of hugs and kisses and all good things.

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Dec 28, 2018 at 11:01 AM

The arrival of 2019 will mark the seventieth anniversary of the year when I moved to College Park. My parents divorced in 1949 and my Mom had to go to work full-time. Since she needed someone to care for me after school, we moved from Atlanta to be near her sister/my aunt, who lived on Princeton Avenue. We found a place to rent nearby on East Temple. When I was in fifth grade, my aunt and her family moved to South Carolina, so from the age of nine I was on my own from the hour school let out until my Mom arrived home from work in downtown Atlanta, usually around 6:30 pm each weekday, which makes me a founding member of the post-WWII latchkey club. Those adult-free hours of unsupervised time continued through my high school years, and I might add that not once did I betray my mother's trust by doing anything that I would have been ashamed to do if she had been present (and in a sense, she always was and still is). When the College Park Public Library was opened near the high school in 1956-57, I made it my after-school home away from home. As someone who had learned to read by the time I was two-years old, I was in word-sentence-paragraph heaven. Shelf after shelf of free books on just about every subject, comfortable chairs, and an occasional classmate to drop by for conversation, what could be better? Over time, the head librarian appointed herself my mentor and encouraged me to read many of the world's classic works of literature. It was my first serious attempt at autodidacticism. And, joy of joys, I discovered modern Science Fiction, which was a relatively new genre in the late 1950s, eventually reading every book in the SciFi section, more than a hundred of them, favorites being read twice. From my launch pad in the southeast corner of the College Park library reading room, I mentally traveled the galaxy long before Luke Skywalker ever began doing so on screen. Between my interstellar jaunts, I also read through much of the Encyclopedia Brittanica. To this day I have a head full of facts, almost all of them outdated and irrelevant to anyone else, but patina-coated trivia treasures to me. I often think back to those halcyon days in high school when 1984 seemed so far in the future. Now that ominous date is more than a third of a century behind us as we welcome in 2019. How strange that the 21st century is almost 20% gone. It seems like only yesterday that we were marveling at the advent of Y2K! Well, that's just another proof that time like a river doesn't stand still for anyone and that the future ever beckons to us all with promises and hope for another blessed twelve months as the New Year rings in ...

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Dec 22, 2018 at 11:06 AM

I no longer have close family members (being an only child who never married, with mother, father, step-father, grandparents, aunts and uncles all deceased, and step-siblings and cousins many miles away who were never really that close anyway), so Christmas Day at my house is celebrated differently from people with families. It's a solitary but nevertheless very satisfying time of reflection and thanksgiving for me. Being a follower of Jesus, I spend the day reading the Bible and meditating on the meaning of His birth, born King of the Jews in Bethlehem and made Savior on the Cross in Jerusalem, fulfilling the promise of blessing to Mankind that God made to Abraham four thousand years ago. For the most part I now eschew the secular observance of Christmas ... the lights, trees, binge buying, Santa Claus, and all the other non-Biblical trappings that have come to mean Christmas to so many. I would be a hypocrite if I didn't add that I, too, enjoyed that style of Christmas for many years before I realized that it was a diversion from reality. For all who have not heard the real message of Christmas, or perhaps have heard and are still unable to understand, my Christmas prayer is that you will find and take possession of the very real gift of salvation provided by God through his Son, a gift that brings joy to the world all year long and everlasting life to those who believe in Him. My best wishes go to you and your family on Christmas Day and in the New Year. http://www.prophecysociety.org/?p=10627

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Dec 19, 2018 at 12:27 AM

The Class of 1960 entered CPHS just ten years after the end of World War II. For most of us, memories of the war were fresh in our minds as youngsters, and our parents and media and especially Hollywood recounted the events of that conflict as if they had happened yesterday. During the 1958-1959 television season, NBC re-ran the award-winning 1952 documentary "Victory at Sea," which told mainly the story of the war in the Pacific theatre from Pearl Harbor to Hiroshima through to the final surrender of Japan in 1945 aboard the battleship Missouri anchored in Tokyo Bay. As a young teen, I watched in rapt attention as each of the 26 episodes was broadcast on consecutive Sunday afternoons. I found the historical events depicted in the series and the musical score by Richard Rodgers that dramatized those events both celebrator

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Nov 22, 2018 at 10:48 AM

Like many of you, I have much to be thankful for on Thanksgiving Day. Family (now all deceased but safely in heaven). Friends. Good health. Enough money (but not so much as to have to worry about anyone else trying to get some of it). A safe neighborhood. Dependable electricity. Warm house. Clean water. Flush toilets. A clear conscience. The list goes on and on. But, at the end of each day, the thing I am most thankful for is that I am saved and being used by God for His purposes. I send my wishes for a joyous Thanksgiving Day to all who read this. http://www.prophecysociety.org/?p=10627

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Nov 07, 2018 at 4:47 PM

Veterans Day, which falls on November 11 (celebrated this year on November 12), is always a special day for me, mainly because I'm a combat veteran and risking one's life for one's country gives one a heightened sense of ownership of our cherished freedoms, something that those who haven't done so miss out on. I have to confess that I feel a smidgen of pity for those who have never given of themselves in service to protect our American way of life. In their older years, I've found that those who haven't so served always seem to be a bit ashamed for putting their personal priorities above their patriotism in their younger years, essentially letting someone else do freedom's heavy lifting so to speak while they made money and played games. Most of all, they miss out on being part of the special "band of brothers" that can only be joined by those who have served in life or death situations for the good of others (especially in military combat or other dangerous "public good" professions such as policemen and firemen). I shake my head when the media cavalierly brands someone a "hero" for doing something that is essentially self-serving and of transitory value in the long run, such as playing sports. I wish those clueless sports writers could spend some time with the people with whom I served in combat. Then they would know the real meaning of the word "hero" and perhaps would begin to appreciate how much this country owes its veterans. To all of my fellow veterans from CPHS who will read this, I say job well done. I'm proud to be among your number. Shown below is my "right shoulder" combat patch, the "dragon patch" of the XVIII Airborne Corp that I earned by serving in overseas combat operations with that unit.

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Nov 06, 2018 at 3:45 PM

Posted on: Oct 23, 2018 at 5:56 PM

Here's the corner of my sunroom where I house my bonsai garden. The shelf units to the left and in the middle hold the bonsai trees already in pots, and the small indoor greenhouse to the right is where I germinate my tree seeds and protect them for a few months until the seedlings are ready to transplant into training pots. In time I will try to pick the best bonsais and limit my mature tree collection to a dozen trees or so. If I'm really good at bonsai, all of the little trees will outlive me since some can live 60-100 years with proper care. YouTube has hundreds of instructional videos by bonsai masters that have proven very helpful as I've started my hobby. I've spent a good portion of my life walking through forests, so in my old age to come (I'm not quite there yet) it will be comforting to have my little forest of miniature trees to keep me company. No doubt by then I'll have to be content to let my fingers do the walking.

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Oct 24, 2018 at 2:38 PM

Posted on: Oct 23, 2018 at 11:49 AM

Living alone again, with no close family left after my Mom died in 2016, I needed something living to take care of besides myself. I didn't want a dog or cat since I travel from time to time and getting someone to care for them while I'm gone is a hassle. And a pet rock just didn't give me that warm and fuzzy feedback that a caregiver-at-heart needs. So I recently started learning the art of bonsai. To get started, I bought several bonsai trees (fukien tea, ficus, gensing ficus, chinese elm, and juniper), each already several years old and shaped into a bonsai by someone else who knows what they are doing. They give me something to aim for and give me inspiration. However, for the most part, I'm growing my trees from seed. I'm trying Chinese Red Pine, Japanese Black Pine, Coastal Redwood, Flowering Dogwood, Bristlecone Pine (no doubt they will outlive me since the oldest specimens on Earth are 5,000 years old!), European Olive, Dwarf Japanese Maple, and even one Baobab tree. If I'm successful, their growth will be limited to about a foot or so in height as they mature (and if you recall, I'm not that much taller). So far so good, although I'm sure I will make the usual beginner mistakes. Maintaining the plants with the right amount of water can be tricky. Too much or too little water is the main cause of bonsai failures. Bonsai trees are like Goldilocks, the porridge has to be "just right." Overall, it's a fun hobby that doesn't cost much, doesn't take up much space, can be easily moved when age will require downsizing into smaller accommodations some day, and (the nicest part), I don't have to bend over too much to take care of my miniature trees. At my age, that latter aspect is becoming more and more important as the weeks progress, especially early in the morning when I tend my little window garden and knee joints are stiff. Are any of you fellow classmates involved in the art of bonsai?

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Sep 28, 2018 at 10:55 AM

As I've been following the Supreme Court confirmation hearing of Brett Kavanaugh, I, like many Americans, have looked back at my high school days and wondered how my conduct back then would come across today if examined in detail by Congress and the FBI in the full glare of national media. Overall, I think I would get at least a passing grade, possibly even an "A". And, even though no one cares but me, all through high school I'm glad I practiced abstinence from sex, alcohol, the drugs some football players used to gain muscle (but it also made their teeth fall out), cigarette smoking, and other forms of "vice." I chose to refrain from those things because of my religious training and because that is what I was taught at home. I know some of my classmates indulged in risky behavior (most died early), and I'm sure some thought me a prude because I did not, but looking back as an adult I believe I made good choices as a teenager, with nothing to regret. I don't think I would last very long in today's teenage world, though. Truth is, I never really fit into the more daring after-school-hours social scene at CPHS back when, and I certainly would not fit into high school life in this anything-goes era.

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Sep 15, 2018 at 12:47 PM

When I entered CPHS in the autumn of 1955, the town of College Park was a sleepy little bedroom community an hour south of downtown Atlanta by trolley ride. The stores were mostly family-owned businesses. There were no fast-food restaurants or chain stores back then, at least for those like me with no family car. The drug store still had an old-fashion soda fountain with counter and stools for lingering with a date. No one I knew had an automobile, so going to the drug store was it for dates. The old Park Theater had closed by then. My boyhood friend Tony Fleming and I would look forward to a weekend treat at the soda fountain. Tony always ordered a lime sour, I always favored a cherry Coke, and, the best part, we usually met other kids our age doing the same thing. All through my grammar-school years, Stevenson Hardware

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Aug 23, 2018 at 8:33 AM

Posted on: Aug 21, 2018 at 11:26 AM

Like perhaps many of you in the Class of 1960, I look around today and shake my head in disbelief. It's as if we grew up in a different America, and in many ways we did. When we entered CPHS in 1955, the Great Depression was less than twenty years behind us, and World War II had ended only a decade before. We still heard stories from our parents and grandparents about the Depression and its hardships, and books and movies and early television were full of war themes (and westerns portraying the same good versus evil that characterized WWII), stories that focused on idealism. Our daily life was infused with the assumption that America was defined by its people pulling togther for a common good, E. pluribus unum, and that our purpose as a nation was to help create a better world for all peoples. Youth for us was a time of great national optimism, but also a time when the seeds of destruction were being sown from within. Madison Avenue was making consumerism our national post-war religion, replacing God with Mammon, Hollywood and television and rock'n'roll were giving us the sexual revolution in the 1950s (with the pill a few years later eventually making it carefree and "safe"), the early 1960s gave us organized civil disobedience that was necessary for change and equality to gain a foothold at the time but that today has morphed into individual lawlessness, the late 1960s gave us the drug culture that has become both a legal and illegal scourge to millions of families, and all of that and more has merged into a preference for loose and/or no standards and moral relativism that has left our younger generations adrift and unsure. We played our part in the decline, of course, and, I don't know about you, but I have some regrets for being so foolish about participating in the trends of the times back then. Now, in 2018, we have what we have and there is probably no going back. Considering the trajectory of things, it's probably better to be old and have memories than to be young and trying to make sense of an increasingly chaotic and valueless world. I like the idea of America, I just don't like what it has become.

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Aug 19, 2018 at 1:11 PM

Posted on: Aug 16, 2018 at 3:13 PM

In the news today was a report on the sale of a 1913 Liberty Head "V" Nickel for $4.5 million. It brought such an enormous price because only five were ever minted. Up until ninth grade, I collected old coins. To be a bit more accurate, I scavenged for old coins by going to the small family-owned businesses in College Park and begging, and more often than not they would give in and let me look through their cash register coin trays to see if I could locate an Indian Head penny or other vintage coins. Croker Brothers Grocery was especially helpful, especially the owner Earl, and I found many a numismatic boyhood "treasure" there. I was able to find quite a few of those old coins by store-scavenging in the early 1950s, especially Indian Head pennies, but by the time I was in eighth grade at CPHS in 1955 those finds were becoming rare. My best friend at the time Tony Fleming, after going with me a few times, started scavenging not long after I did, and for a while we had a spirited competition to see who could find the oldest coin. I just knew that one day I would find one of those rare and valuable even back then "V" nickels. That was just a poor kid's fantasy, of course, but the thought gave zest to my hunt and perpetual hope sustained my efforts. I was better at locating old coins than Tony was, simply because I tried more often, but eventually Tony and his father started adding store-bought collectables from the coin shop in Rich's Department Store to his collection, and I couldn't afford to keep up. Coin scavenging like that was a fun thing to do back in the late 1940s and early 1950s, though, when times in College Park were simpler and dreams were untempered by reality.

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Aug 14, 2018 at 12:18 PM

Posted on: Aug 12, 2018 at 6:57 PM

Several CPHS alumni have emailed or called me in recent weeks, urging me to attend the upcoming reunion (thank you for thinking about me). I'm sure it will be a wonderful get-together for all concerned. However, those kinds of usually-crowded affairs with lots of strangers are not my cup of tea, never have been. Guess I'm still too shy to be a good mixer. Anyway, as head of a conservative Christian ministry with a busy speaking schedule, I usually don't attend social events that aren't focused on biblical themes, preferring to spend my public time at Bible and missionary conferences. And, I don't drink alcohol any more, either, and, being a good little Baptist boy in the 1950s, I never learned to dance very well to rock music (the sound of the Devil we were told), so all that is left for still-single me to do at social affairs is to stand around by myself looking at the ceiling, which works great at the Fox Theater but not anywhere else I've been. Plus, not many classmates from 1960 will be attending this year, it seems, and many of my closest friends from back then are no longer with us. Then there is the real reason: I just like to remember everyone as they and I were when we were young. Nowadays I get startled every morning when I look in the mirror and see an old man looking back at me. When I think back to high school, and mentally picture activities and classes, I am still eighteen, at least in my mind's eye, and that is a good feeling that often lasts the rest of the day. I wish everyone a great evening, though. If anyone ever wants to relive those salad days at CPHS from 1955-1960 by telephone, give me a call (770-922-1889), it's always fun to reminisce. (by the way, that's a stock photo, neither one is me)

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Jun 06, 2018 at 6:23 PM

I research Bible prophecy and chronology and thus have something profound to share with you.

June 7th each year marks the anniversary of perhaps the most significant historical event to take place during the lifetime of members of the Class of 1960. In the eternal scheme of things, it has more significance than the splitting of the atom, the landing of men on the Moon, and the sequencing of the human genome, to name but three of the monumental historical events that our generation has been privileged to witness. The event I am referring to took place in Jerusalem, Israel, on June 7 1967, during the Six-Day War. It fulfilled a 2,500 year old Bible prophecy recorded in the Book of Daniel that had foretold that the restoration of the Temple Mount and Old City Jerusalem to Jewish sovereignty would happen after Passover in 1967.

If you are interested in the details, you can download a free PDF file that explains eveything using the link below. The exact fulfillment of that Bible prophecy is really quite amazing. If you have any questions about it after you've read it, feel free to call me at 770-922-1889.

Download file at: http://www.prophecysociety.org/PDF/Jerusalem_Liberation.pdf

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Jun 06, 2018 at 6:26 PM

Posted on: Jun 06, 2018 at 1:08 PM

Today is the anniversary of D-Day. Seventy-four years ago today, when we were toddlers and too young and innocent to know what great evil had been let loose in the world, America was holding its collective breath as courageous men stormed the beaches of Normandy in France, braving an unending barrage of machine gun fire and bursting artillery shells being launched against them from Hitler's Atlantic Wall. Each man knew the dangers and each was prepared to give his life so that our democratic freedoms could be preserved. Many died on that day, and most of them are forgotten on this day. I hope that each of you will take a moment to remember the heroes of D-Day and give thanks for the sacrifice they made for us.

Dan Bruce posted a message. New comment added.
May 30, 2018 at 5:34 PM

Posted on: May 28, 2018 at 2:41 PM

Memorial Day is the one day a year we stop for a moment to remember those who have given their lives for the rest of us, so that we can have the benefits of living in a land that offers personal freedoms to its citizens. Our generation was especially hard hit by the loss of life in the Vietnam War. From the flags shown on this website next to the names of members of our class, seven members of the Class of 1960 served in the armed forces of this country. Interestingly, of the seven who made the sacrifice (and military service is a sacrifice, even if it is survived without being injured or killed), only one (me) was ever a CPHS athlete. That isn't surprising, since it is typical even today, though I do find it somewhat sad when athletes are called "heroes" for playing games and soldiers who died in combat are mostly forgotten. The time I spent in the military, a good portion of which involved combat duty, is one of the things of which I am most proud. On this day, I recall with tears a number of brothers in arms who are no longer with us, many who fell in combat. I was fortunate not to have been wounded or killed in combat, but I did dodge bullets. The sound of a bullet whizzing by will make one appreciate life forever, and make one appreciate all of the blessings we have as Americans. Unfortunately, it seems we are now raising a generation of citizens that aren't aware that the freedoms they enjoy have been bought with blood. On this day, we need to remind them.

Dan Bruce has left an In Memory comment for Bill Badgett (Coach).
Apr 17, 2018 at 8:33 PM

I remember the kindnesses Coach Badgett extended to me when I first went out for football in eighth grade. That first day in the locker room it was obvious to me, and I'm sure to everyone else, that I had never put on a football uniform and had no idea how to start. Coach Badgett spotted my confusion and very patiently showed me how to get into my uniform and pads, and how to adjust everything just right. The following spring, after the first day of spring practice, I had severe blisters. The next day of practice, Coach Badgett drove up behind me as I was tiptoeing toward the locker room door holding my street shoes in my hand to avoid the pain. He took one look at my bleeding heels and said, "Follow me." I did and he quickly retrieved a pair of tennis shoes that I could wear confortably during practice that day, especially comfortable since they were sized for a giant at least six or seven feet in height and thus barely touched my feet. Those are the kind of thoughtful and caring things I remember about Coach Badgett. After tenth grade I had to drop out of football to concentrate on academics and other extra-curricular activities. I needed a scholarship to attend college, and college football scholarships were not being offered to 5'-5" 115-pound Left Ends who had a bad case of klutz most of the time. To my sadness, Coach Badgett never spoke to me again, and even turned his back on me on several occasions. Some friends on the team told me of a few derogatory comments he made about my leaving the team as well. It hurt at the time, but now, after so many years, I have been able to put everything in perspective. Football was Coach Badgett's life, and I have come to understand that he just didn't have room for those who did not put sports above everything else.

Dan Bruce posted a message.
Apr 17, 2018 at 5:52 PM

I never had Dr. Thompson for a class, but I did get to know her in a different way. In the early days when Mr. Felder and she were becoming a romantic item or whatever, he would call me up to his desk in the front of his Latin II class while everyone was studying quietly and hand me a folded note that I was instructed to deliver to Dr. Thompson. It was all kind of hush-hush, and absolute discretion was implied with a wink as he handed me the note (I'm assuming it was for a later liaison after school). When each note was delivered to Dr. Thompson, she would always smile coyly as if the three of us were in on some great secret together. At times I felt like a cross between Cupid and James Bond. And, no, I never looked to see what the notes said. Perhaps I really didn't want to know. From my limited 14 year old perspective, I resisted imagining them being romantic and certainly not doing you know what. To this day I have pondered why Dr. Felder trusted me with his courtship notes. He must have sensed that, as curious as I was sometimes about them, especially when Merilyn Canfield tried to tease me into revealing what the notes said, I would never betray his trust. In some small way if the need ever arises, I guess that I can claim experience as a matchmaker for aging academics, but eHarmony and Match dot com have probably insured that such a limited skill set offers no real career opportunity in today's digital world. Ironically, now I'm the aging academic, but fortunately for me I'm way past needing such services!

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