Lance and I were not really friends. I was not friends with many in High School, but I remember I thought Lance was the coolest guy at school. I remeber he carried his text books up under his arm and I used to try to copy him. I also remeber he liked golf. I wonder if he kept golfing all his life.
Lance was a friend and classmate throughout high school. He actually accepted my invite to Tolo our freshman year. I always enjoyed visiting with him at our reunions. We were in contact and I knew he was not well and am sorry to learn of his passing.
Lance definitely had a unique way of carrying his books😊 I can still see Lance putting his thumb and forefinger under his collar and snapping it up on his always perfectly starched shirts. One time he told me his shirt cost more than my whole wardrobe. 😂 Those who knew Lance know that he did like his clothes😊 we did have fun, ribbing one another, mostly about his clothes. He'd love to tell me that he bought all his shirts at the "Yankee ped", short for Yankee peddler where all the " cool guys at the U Dub shopped." />
RIP Lance, you were always a lot of fun and had a great sense of humor.
Rob DeLand
I knew Lance later in life. He consigned a few cars for me and was competent, professional, and well-respected. At the Bellevue dealership, he was popular with the staff and had loyal clients. Always a good guy.
I remember Lance. I remember him as a bit of a character. In addition to carrying his books up under his arm, a trait of "sophisticated" UW students at the time, he had the uncanny ability to spit.
When we were sophmores, I turned sixteen and was able to drive. The first time my parents let me drive with my friends, I took Lance, Joe Bakatan, and Sammy Rutherford for a ride in my "raked" '53 Chevy 2dr sedan. We were laughing, yuking it up and hitting all the "Hot Spots" like the "Burg." Driving near the UW, the guys were shouting out driving instructions... "Turn left here, no go straight. You missed the turn, go right here!" All at the same time while laugh hysterically, climbing over the seats, clowning around in general. It was dark. I wasn't confident about driving, but was trying to keep pace with directions but I was unfamiliar with where we were driving. We ended up driving on the sidewalk next to a girls dorm at the University. I didn't want to get caught, lose my license, etc., so I was trying find my way off the sidewalk to a road. With the help of the "My friends," I ended up making a turn onto an ajacent sidewalk, and not being confident in my ability to back up, I was coaxed to drive down three broad stairs to get to a road. When I went down the stairs I tore the muffler off my car! Still by the dorms, worried about getting caught, we all pee'd on the muffler to cool it off so we could pick it up and put it in the trunk. Without the muffler, the car was so loud we decided to head home.
Up on Greenwood, I stopped at a light, Lance was sitting in the front seat opposite me. Clowning around,he kept moving the column shift lever to different positions while we were waiting at the light. Distracted by the chaos from my friends, when the light changed they yelled "punch it" and I responded without thinking, and because the back of my car was higher than the front ("Raked"), I took out the grille and lights of the car behind me... Lance had put my car in reverse! Everyone started screaming "Go, Go! So stupidly I took off, turned onto a side street, and the guys egged me on, directing into a an open garage. Lance jumped out and closed the garage door. We heard the driver of the car I hit race by about the time the owner of the house who's garage we were in asked us 'What the hell are you guys doing in my garage?" Somebody opened the garage door. While everyone piling back in the car, I was already moving out of the garage. We, "I" was very lucky there were no repercussions of my first night out on my own with the guys, other than I never able to get the smell of the pee'd on muffler out of the trunk.
Another time, I joined up with Lance and Joe at Sammy's parents house in Sheridan Heights, which happened to overlook a busy stoplighted intersection on Bothel Way. When I came in they were calling different Towing Services simultaniously, watching the tow trucks gathering in confusion at the intersection. They decided to help the drivers out by ordering them delivered pizzas.
Many years later, I believe I was in my fifties, I was enjoying a relationship with Mary Jo, a lady that bred Polish Araibian horses on a forty acre ranch above the San Michelle Winery in Woodenville. One day, as I arrived, she was coming in from from the pasture, and acted mad. I asked her what was wrong, and she said "My neighbor, Lance Towle, keeps throwing his yard waste over my fence." I told her I knew a guy from High School with that name. I had a good laugh to myself.
Bill Hill Montgomery
Lance and I were not really friends. I was not friends with many in High School, but I remember I thought Lance was the coolest guy at school. I remeber he carried his text books up under his arm and I used to try to copy him. I also remeber he liked golf. I wonder if he kept golfing all his life.
Marcia Bandazy (Marsh)
Lance was a friend and classmate throughout high school. He actually accepted my invite to Tolo our freshman year. I always enjoyed visiting with him at our reunions. We were in contact and I knew he was not well and am sorry to learn of his passing.
Marty McGowan
Lance was one of my closest friends in high school. We drew apart over the years, but I remember our friendship fondly. RIP Lanny!
Rob Deland
Lance definitely had a unique way of carrying his books😊 I can still see Lance putting his thumb and forefinger under his collar and snapping it up on his always perfectly starched shirts. One time he told me his shirt cost more than my whole wardrobe. 😂 Those who knew Lance know that he did like his clothes😊 we did have fun, ribbing one another, mostly about his clothes. He'd love to tell me that he bought all his shirts at the "Yankee ped", short for Yankee peddler where all the " cool guys at the U Dub shopped." /> RIP Lance, you were always a lot of fun and had a great sense of humor.
Rob DeLand
Bob McKay
I knew Lance later in life. He consigned a few cars for me and was competent, professional, and well-respected. At the Bellevue dealership, he was popular with the staff and had loyal clients. Always a good guy.
Frank (Warren Francis) Sykes
I remember Lance. I remember him as a bit of a character. In addition to carrying his books up under his arm, a trait of "sophisticated" UW students at the time, he had the uncanny ability to spit.
When we were sophmores, I turned sixteen and was able to drive. The first time my parents let me drive with my friends, I took Lance, Joe Bakatan, and Sammy Rutherford for a ride in my "raked" '53 Chevy 2dr sedan. We were laughing, yuking it up and hitting all the "Hot Spots" like the "Burg." Driving near the UW, the guys were shouting out driving instructions... "Turn left here, no go straight. You missed the turn, go right here!" All at the same time while laugh hysterically, climbing over the seats, clowning around in general. It was dark. I wasn't confident about driving, but was trying to keep pace with directions but I was unfamiliar with where we were driving. We ended up driving on the sidewalk next to a girls dorm at the University. I didn't want to get caught, lose my license, etc., so I was trying find my way off the sidewalk to a road. With the help of the "My friends," I ended up making a turn onto an ajacent sidewalk, and not being confident in my ability to back up, I was coaxed to drive down three broad stairs to get to a road. When I went down the stairs I tore the muffler off my car! Still by the dorms, worried about getting caught, we all pee'd on the muffler to cool it off so we could pick it up and put it in the trunk. Without the muffler, the car was so loud we decided to head home.
Up on Greenwood, I stopped at a light, Lance was sitting in the front seat opposite me. Clowning around,he kept moving the column shift lever to different positions while we were waiting at the light. Distracted by the chaos from my friends, when the light changed they yelled "punch it" and I responded without thinking, and because the back of my car was higher than the front ("Raked"), I took out the grille and lights of the car behind me... Lance had put my car in reverse! Everyone started screaming "Go, Go! So stupidly I took off, turned onto a side street, and the guys egged me on, directing into a an open garage. Lance jumped out and closed the garage door. We heard the driver of the car I hit race by about the time the owner of the house who's garage we were in asked us 'What the hell are you guys doing in my garage?" Somebody opened the garage door. While everyone piling back in the car, I was already moving out of the garage. We, "I" was very lucky there were no repercussions of my first night out on my own with the guys, other than I never able to get the smell of the pee'd on muffler out of the trunk.
Another time, I joined up with Lance and Joe at Sammy's parents house in Sheridan Heights, which happened to overlook a busy stoplighted intersection on Bothel Way. When I came in they were calling different Towing Services simultaniously, watching the tow trucks gathering in confusion at the intersection. They decided to help the drivers out by ordering them delivered pizzas.
Many years later, I believe I was in my fifties, I was enjoying a relationship with Mary Jo, a lady that bred Polish Araibian horses on a forty acre ranch above the San Michelle Winery in Woodenville. One day, as I arrived, she was coming in from from the pasture, and acted mad. I asked her what was wrong, and she said "My neighbor, Lance Towle, keeps throwing his yard waste over my fence." I told her I knew a guy from High School with that name. I had a good laugh to myself.
Travel on well, Lance.