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Adam Goldstein's avatar

I always liked Coach Jack "Cat" Davis. He was a straight shooter. And there was something cat-like and graceful in his movements. In the summer of 1975 my family moved from Westbury to Old Westbury. I had played football at Clarke in the 7th grade. I raised my hand for football in 8th grade at Wheatley at a rally before the season started. But I didn't join the team. I met new friends, got interested in girls and music, etc. I stopped attending gym class, believing it was completely unnecessary (being active on my own and all). So, as a senior, I had incompletes for gym which I had tried to remedy in summer school (summer school at Mineola for gym class! Was I the only one in Wheatley history?) So I still had incompletes and went to Cat Davis before the 1979 season started. I offered my services to the football team for passing grades in gym class. Mr. Davis (I never would have called him Cat) said to come out and play football - no guarantees, but we'll see what can be done. He also remembered me raising my hand for football - 4 years earlier! We went 5-3 to post the last winning record in Wheatley football history. All of our losses were early in the season and never by more than a touchdown. With a little more confidence (and a better passing game) we could easily have gone undefeated. We had 2 great players who could have played on any team - Rich Pistocchi at running back and Greg Schreiber at linebacker and fullback. Both always played hurt. Pistocchi was the most exciting running back I'd seen. Like Barry Sanders. I started at receiver but we were a running offense. I dislocated my shoulder and had to have an operation. I guess that was enough sacrifice for Cat. I passed gym, graduated on time and went to 2 great universities. I might not have even graduated HS on time if not for Mr. Davis.

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Louise Triano (Kampa)'s avatar

As a junior in 1964 I took Mr. Ouchi’s linguistic class. I loved it and him (someone referred to him as the Hawaiian pineapple). He was engaging and funny. My best memory was from a late day project that I stayed in class to work on with him, way after any transportation was available. I planned to walk home to Post Ave. in East Williston but he offered to drive me. Two things remain with me; the first is that we chatted comfortably on the 5 minute drive and the second is that he sat on the biggest cushion I had ever seen in a car in order to see over the steering wheel.

Louise Kampa Triano- 1965

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