After spending more than 35 years with United Airlines, both flying and in management, I retired to the good life.  Have two children, both married.  My husband, David, has the stretch marks. One grandchild, Chloe Kay, and two fur children, Bailey and Moses.  Moved to Phoenix from San Francisco in 1995.  Currently spend the summer at our home in the White Mountains and the winter in Phoenix.  Have become a golfer and love it.  Still traveling.

After high school, I attended UW-River Falls for a year and Carroll College for a year.  I then married my high school sweetheart Sandy Falter (class of 1960) and returned to River Falls and received my BS degree in animal science. 

Upon graduation, I accepted a job with Wilson  Company in Albert Lea, Minnesota.  Two years later, our first daughter Jill was born.  Later I was transferred to Fairmont, Minnesota where I bought livestock.  That is where our second daughter Debbie was born.  After three years and two daughters, we moved to a farm between Watertown and Johnson Creek.  While farming there for six years, our third daughter Cindy was born.  While living there, I commuted to UW-Madison to earn a Master's Degree in education. 

We then moved to DePere, Wisconsin where I taught high school agriculture for the next 28 years.  During those 28 years, we developed a hobby of keeping bees.  Since retiring from teaching, we've been operating between 500 - 600 beehives for pollination and honey production.  We're now thinking of retiring from the bee business because life of fishing, playing cards, and drinking beer is looking better and better every day.

My most embarrassing moment -- actually, one of many -- came during a fieldtrip with high school students in Madison.  As we approached Madison with a busload of students, the student directly behind me said he thought he was getting carsick.  I told him to relax because we were almost there and then he would feel better.

About a minute later, he stood up, and all of his breakfast landed on me.  It ran down my neck, over my shoulders, and even found its way into my hair.  Needless to say, I did not smell very good.

Since these were the only clothes I had with me, I had the bus driver drop me off at a public restroom near our destination while the other teacher took the students.  Once in the restroom, I removed my shirt and tried to clean up with paper towels and soap I found there.  That was not an easy task, I might add.

While I was doing this, two businessmen walked into the restroom.  They were dressed in three-piece suits with briefcases, the whole nine yards.  They immediately turned on their heels and headed out.  As they left, I heard one remark, "I didn't think there were any homeless people in Madison." 

I finally found my way back to the group.  The first student I ran into was the one who threw up on me.  His first words to me were, "Hey, Mr. Schneider, I feel lots better now."

Fame, even fifteen minutes, unlike embarrassing moments, has eluded me.  The only time I came even close was on a trip with my oldest daughter, Jill.  Each year we take a father/daughter trip, and one year we decided to go to Las Vegas.  Once our plane had landed, we had to get a ride to our hotel.  As luck would have it, a limo driver said he was going to our hotel and would give us a lift.  As soon as we got in the back of the limo, he said, "You'll never guess who just got out of the seat you're sitting in."  Before we could guess, he said, "John Travolta was sitting there just five minutes ago."  The seat was still warm.  Then again, I think the seats are always warm in Las Vegas.