I had dropped in and out of school like a commuter passing through a turnstile.
When I finally did graduate from West High School, in June of 1967, in the austere Denver Auditorium Arena, I was treated to reverberations of great applause from students and teachers alike – applause that rang with mixed sentiments of congratulations, pride, and relief, I’m sure.
Graduating is the feat that prominently lives amidst my high school accomplishments, and I would like to take this opportunity to acknowledge the one person who made it possible.
More than anyone else in my realm of influence, and at a time in my life when I needed it most, Mr. James O. Fluckey provided me with a positive adult role model, and ultimately contributed to my decision to complete high school.
In the spring of 1965, what would have been my senior year, I was hearing from my best friend, Alan, about this great – and funny – French teacher he had, “this Fluckey guy.” Somehow learning about my situation from Alan and that I was interested in French and music, Mr. Fluckey extended to me an invitation that I “unofficially” come to school and join his second-year class during what was the last period of the school day. In after-school chats, I discovered he also directed the concert choir. At his encouragement, I auditioned and “made” choir. I began my junior year the following fall.
During the next two years, this gentleman and educator offered me encouragement and helped me to see what I might become. In my junior-year annual he wrote about the upcoming year, “...you are going to be a real success in life if I have to beat up on you all year.” That sort of humor and forthright dedication not only endeared him to me but also eventually got him awarded the honor of Colorado Teacher of the Year.
That “Fluckey guy” is the reason I have so many fond high school memories, but my best ones will always include him.
Ken Lutes, Class of... uh, well, 1965-1967