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Gitomer: Fifty-year high school reunion. Seems like yesterday.

I graduated from Haddonfield Memorial High School in 1963. No computers, no cell phones, no Internet, no email, no texting, no credit cards, no cassette tapes (let alone CDs), and no cable TV.

 

How the hell did I survive? By playing ball every day after school. By riding my bike. By being active. Oh, that.

Back then, Haddonfield was a middle/upper middle class town of 12,000 with a high school of around a thousand kids. All smart.

DRESS CODE: If you wore blue jeans to school, they sent you home.

It was a different time.

Read about how Gitomer’s high school years influenced his professional success in his latest column featured in BizTimes’ Small Business Strategies.

I graduated from Haddonfield Memorial High School in 1963. No computers, no cell phones, no Internet, no email, no texting, no credit cards, no cassette tapes (let alone CDs), and no cable TV.

 

How the hell did I survive? By playing ball every day after school. By riding my bike. By being active. Oh, that.

Back then, Haddonfield was a middle/upper middle class town of 12,000 with a high school of around a thousand kids. All smart.

DRESS CODE: If you wore blue jeans to school, they sent you home.

It was a different time.

Read about how Gitomer’s high school years influenced his professional success in his latest column featured in BizTimes’ Small Business Strategies.

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