Janis Bustrum O’Brien sent this very sad note today...
My brother Robby Bustrum class of 1971 passed away this morning at his home in Johnstown Colorado. There will be no services per his request. I am heart broken because I lost my sister Bonnie Bustrum class of 1959 in 2015. Asking for prayers for our family.
On Septmeber 30, 2022, Phillip Aguirre posted on Facebook... ·
On this day 10 years ago, we lost a very good friend. Eric Huerta was a Burbank High student. Class of 79. I met Eric in our junior year. I remember being at my locker when I felt a tap on my shoulder and as I turned around and had to look up (way up), Eric said "Hey man, you're into Bruce Lee aren't you? I guess he knew because I was wearing kung fu shoes. I said "I am". He then responded with "Cool man! Me too!" And with a quick Bruce type movement of his hands he turned around and walked away. We became best of friends after that first encounter. It's interesting, other than the friends I've known since kindergarten, my closest friendships were created because of conversations about Bruce. Thank you Eric for being a wonderful friend. Rest In Peace my brother. And thank YOU Bruce.
RIP Eric.
PS Found this 1993 LA Times Article
Guarding the Playground : Eric Huerta Decides Who Gets In With Hollywood Elite at Roxbury
By HEIDI SIEGMUND
Los Angeles Times
SPECIAL TO THE TIMES
Jan
Plouman has been standing outside the Roxbury for 2 1/2 hours. The
27-year-old salesman tries all the angles: The nonchalant look. The
bored sigh. An occasional plea.
Lighting cigarette after
cigarette, the Holland native loiters in front of the happening West
Hollywood club’s roped-off entrance one Saturday, patiently awaiting the
moment when the doorman, Eric Huerta, motions him forward and allows
him the privileged opportunity of getting in.
But as
hundreds of other visitors steadily stream into the Sunset Strip club at
Huerta’s beckoning, Plouman, whose ill-fitting suit and dated spiked
hair make him stand out in the Hollywood crowd, simply keeps waiting. “I
promised a friend in Holland I would visit the Roxbury and tell him if
he should come here,” he says. But as another few minutes tick by, he
sighs, "(Holland’s) looser. Not that creepy like L.A.”
Welcome to Survival of the Fittest, L.A. style.
With
Huerta at the helm of this mutated take on the Darwinian Theory,
hundreds of hungry eyes turn to him like a beacon of hope. They want
to get in, and only Huerta separates them from this nighttime
playground that may allow them a brief chance to rub shoulders with some
of Hollywood’s elite.
Standing outside the venue, dozens of
people willingly endure the scrutiny--the agony of being judged on what
you look like, how you dress and whom you’re with. Like a high school
gym teacher presiding over incoming freshmen, Huerta sizes them up with
his bright blue eyes, making determinations that seem so random to the
folks on the outside.
Although standing on his side of the rope is
clearly more enviable than being part of the gathering throng, a night
in the life of a doorman is no picnic. In the five-hour span that the
30-year-old Santa Monica resident stands sentry in the evening cold, he
listens to hundreds of pleas and more than a few tall tales, and he gets
into fisticuffs with a couple of roughnecks.
Tonight,
Huerta’s job is even more difficult than usual because the club’s
capacity has been temporarily cut nearly in half--from 650 to 350--as
interior renovations keep an entire room off limits. He takes a quick
inventory of the crowd, and shakes his head. “This is the bad part of
the job,” he says. “On a night like tonight, I can’t let everybody in.
We’ll have to be even more selective about who we let in.”
Nearby, groans are heard as those still angling to get inside take in the grim news.
“Doormen
have a reputation of being (jerks),” says Huerta, who has worked the
Roxbury’s door on weekends for the past 2 1/2 years. “I make it a point
of trying to be honest. I’ll tell you from the start if we’re very busy
and there’s no chance of getting in. Why make (people) wait four hours?”
Although
Huerta says it’s part of his job description to adhere to the club’s
strict door policy--which maintains that regulars, VIPs and anyone on
the guest list have immediate access and others must wait--this rule has
exceptions.
Those who are low on the connections’ barometer but high in the gene pool clearly have an advantage.
“Are
we gonna have to wait?” whispers a midriff-baring blond in Huerta’s
ear. With a swift nod of his head, the blond and her pal are in--sans
wait.
“One
of the perks of the job,” explains Huerta, as the girl reaches over and
gives him a kiss of gratitude. “But actually, we try to have an equal
balance of men and women.”
Equal opportunity speeches aside, club
protocol dictates that good-looking women are always at a premium and
both Huerta and Wayne E, the entrance way security guard who often plays
bad cop to Huerta’s good cop, are fully aware of this.
As
attractive women exit the club en route to the Gate, another hot L.A.
club, Wayne slips them free passes for next weekend and Huerta
encourages them to come back inside.
Open
shows of kindness to well-heeled strangers has its disadvantages,
however. Shortly after a few more women are allowed in, four frustrated
youths decide to invite themselves by hopping over the rope. Huerta and
Wayne--both of whom stand an imposing 6 foot 5 inches--muscle them back
over the rope and shoo them out into the parking lot.
“I got the
hardest job in L.A.,” says Huerta, making certain that the four men
won’t be coming back. “If everybody did that, we’d be in trouble. They
aren’t the kind of people we want in the club.”
As Huerta returns
to tending to less troublesome guest-list traffic, three young men from
Iran who have been waiting for 45 minutes, practice American accents in
an attempt to downplay their ethnicity.
“Just
say you’re a dentist from Jersey,” one says to the other, preparing for
the moment when the doorman turns their way. But when another half-hour
passes without any motioning by Huerta, the threesome reluctantly
disappear into the night, in search of another venue with a different
policy of natural selection.
“I do feel bad,” says Huerta, after
turning them and other late arrivers away. “A lot of people think that
all doormen are jerks and don’t have any feelings--and some of them
don’t--but I really do feel bad.
“If it was up to me, I’d just open all the rope up and let everybody in. But we don’t have the room to let everybody in.”
Throughout
the evening, Huerta--who has been perfecting his craft for seven years
at various L.A. venues--continues to turn people away until word gets
out that the Roxbury is full and the crowd begins to level off.
“I’ll
tell you one thing,” he says, as he eyes the few holdouts. “I wouldn’t
endure it. If I can’t get into a club in 10 or 15 minutes, I’m out of
there.”
Huerta scans the stubborn holdouts, and about 1 a.m., the
rope, for no apparent reason, goes up for Jan Plouman, who quickly
scurries in to pay his $10 before the last call.
Within
15 minutes the visitor from Holland rushes back out into the night. “I
tell you right now, my friend don’t take that crap here,” says Plouman.
“You pay 10 bucks to get in, and stand in line again.”
“I tell (my friend) to go to Papas in Mexico City,” he shouts within earshot of Huerta.
But
the doorman’s not even fazed. “I’ve had practice. When I first started
doing this, it was harder. Now, there could be 500 angry people out
here, and I’m still gonna be calm.”
More sad news... Pam Kirkwood emailed earlier today...
"We just heard today that Jenice Keeble McGlynn BHS '52 passed away this morning.We have no details, but she was a loyal attendee of the monthly Senior Bulldog Luncheonsand will be missed by all of us."
Here is a 2019 photo of Jenice with her wonderful great grandchildren from her Facebook page.
Just got this message from our Classmate, Mike Nugent BHS '64, about the passing of our BHS '64 Classmate, Sandy Adams.
Please be it known that Sandy Adams from our class has passed away last week after a 3yr long battle with Alzheimer's. Her daughter Jen (class of '92) informed me that a memorial service is being planned for Oct 14. The entire Adams family has had a close connection with all the Nugent's for over 55 yrs. We are deeply saddened with this loss of a very special classmate...
RIP Sandy
UPDATE
Today Tami Nugent posted a sweet note with these great photos on Facebook...
Sandy - thank you all the love and laughter thru the years.... I'm thankful for you and your awesome family, you always made me feel like a part of it!!! 😘
Here is Sandy with 2 of her 3 grandsons in 2015 and her daughter Jen Rez one of my dearest friends!
Sad news... today on Facebook, Jeri Morin Valencia posted this notice...·
"It
is my sad honor to tell everyone that Clint Gorsuch (Class of '75) has
passed away unexpectedly on September 12, 2022. He has been a LONG time
friend of ours and this comes as a shock. His beloved Wife and
Daughter could use some prayers for strength. Thank you."
We just received the sad news that Chris Dale, BHS '64, passed away last Thursday after being in poor health for some time.
Chris grew up in Burbank with his parents Wilbur and Esther Dale and his two sisters, Katherine Dale Plank, BHS '58, and Jennifer Dale Schatz, BHS '66. He was living in Florida at the time of his passing.
Larry
Johnson, father, grandfather, great grandfather, and dear friend,
passed away on August 30, 2022. Born Larry Thomas Johnson on July 27,
1943 in Tampa, Florida to Alvin and Mary Johnson.
Larry was raised in
Virginia by his grandparents and then moved to Burbank, California where
he attended Burbank High School. Larry then joined the Air Force after
graduating from California State College, Los Angeles. When he returned
to Burbank he was a Fireman with Lockheed Airport and co-owned Firehouse
Tavern with his lifelong friend, Michael Sugg.
Larry then moved to
Reno, Nevada and started his long career in Real Estate. He also met the
love of his life, Anne Johnson. They were married for 29 years before
Annie passed in 2014.
Larry loved sports, riding motorcycles, camping,
travelling, and playing golf. He is survived by his children Frank
Deras, Tony Deras (Cathy), Gina Lord Garland Fennell (Jeff), Joey Lord
(Stacy), Michelle Sugg (Tom), 12 grandchildren, and 9 great
grandchildren. We will miss Larry very much - he was a wonderful father,
husband, and friend. A private ceremony is being planned. For more
information, please contact Michelle Sugg at msugg@rwglaw.com
Sadly, we just learned of the passing of Richard A. Maske from his wife, Marsha Taylor Maske. BHS '54.
He died in Scottsdale Arizona on June 7, 2022 at the age of 86.
When Richard Allen Maske was born on March 27, 1936, in Menominee, Michigan, his father, Robert, was 28 and his mother, Irene, was 26.
Richard was in the Burbank High class of 1954 where he took college prep classes, played football and was in the Letterman's Club and the Key Club.
He
married Virginia Bateman Williams on June 28, 1970, in Los Angeles,
California. She passed away in 1984. He then married Marsha Susan Taylor Mykleby Maske on May 3,
1992.
Please keep Marsha and the family in your thoughts and prayers.
