I remember Art well. He went to St. James Prep for a year which my older brother also attended. Art also lived with an Algebra teacher Capt. T.A. Nisewaner - the man who used to say "Hell's Bells" and call us "sterling characters."
I dated Art my junior year, and was crushed to learn he died in a car accident (I think after senior year). May he rest in peace.
Art Pinkus was a great athlete, lithe and packed with explosive energy. At Pyle, in gym class, I witnessed with envy, his nonchalant ability to grasp the two-inch thick vertical rope and pull himself up to the towering ceiling of the gym--without even using his feet! Fearless--that was at least 45 feet up! When I went out for wrestling at Whitman he was all over me like a monkey on a manattee--scoring tons of points--all but pinning me. Wow, he had veins on his arms like ropes. He was a major dude.
I remember Art mostly due to his dating of our own Linda Walleigh ('70).....they were the orignal larger than life couple, almost out of Hollywood. My 69er sister Lisa Johnston knew Art, but I think she hung more with Jim Mundy (Monday), Carl Bergmann, Sweetser, Prudy Leib, Jody Leivick, and others on the periphery of that cutting edge, counter culture gang from late 68 thru '69. Art Pinkus was the Viking version of James Dean.......he was born cool,and destined to die young.
It has taken me a while to face up to Arties death!!!!! and for that matter posting something for public view. Art was not about image, he was about substance; something he tried to show us, but we were too arrogant to see. He taught me about loyality and friendship...again too dumb to see. He taught me about racism of which i think i am not a racist; but i am still a bigot...after all i do love the south. He asked for my help,but i was too consumed in me...and for that i am truly sorry. Artie was way ahead of his time. and when i think of my time at walt whitman, my acomplishments and my mistakes, i will think most fondly of my friendship with " ARTIE PINKUS".
Kathy Trout (Horvath)
I remember Art well. He went to St. James Prep for a year which my older brother also attended. Art also lived with an Algebra teacher Capt. T.A. Nisewaner - the man who used to say "Hell's Bells" and call us "sterling characters."I dated Art my junior year, and was crushed to learn he died in a car accident (I think after senior year). May he rest in peace.
Rob Sherwood (Guest)
Art Pinkus was a great athlete, lithe and packed with explosive energy. At Pyle, in gym class, I witnessed with envy, his nonchalant ability to grasp the two-inch thick vertical rope and pull himself up to the towering ceiling of the gym--without even using his feet! Fearless--that was at least 45 feet up! When I went out for wrestling at Whitman he was all over me like a monkey on a manattee--scoring tons of points--all but pinning me. Wow, he had veins on his arms like ropes. He was a major dude.Rob Sherwood
Rick Johnston Neumann (Chairman, Class Of 1970)
I remember Art mostly due to his dating of our own Linda Walleigh ('70).....they were the orignal larger than life couple, almost out of Hollywood. My 69er sister Lisa Johnston knew Art, but I think she hung more with Jim Mundy (Monday), Carl Bergmann, Sweetser, Prudy Leib, Jody Leivick, and others on the periphery of that cutting edge, counter culture gang from late 68 thru '69. Art Pinkus was the Viking version of James Dean.......he was born cool,and destined to die young.Scott Mason
Art Pinkus was one of the toughest guys I ever knew. We lost him way too soon!Scott Mason
James T. Sampson
It has taken me a while to face up to Arties death!!!!! and for that matter posting something for public view. Art was not about image, he was about substance; something he tried to show us, but we were too arrogant to see. He taught me about loyality and friendship...again too dumb to see. He taught me about racism of which i think i am not a racist; but i am still a bigot...after all i do love the south. He asked for my help,but i was too consumed in me...and for that i am truly sorry. Artie was way ahead of his time. and when i think of my time at walt whitman, my acomplishments and my mistakes, i will think most fondly of my friendship with " ARTIE PINKUS".