In Memory

Wayne McDowell

I remember Wayne in high school as a very bright, talented, athletic and energetic guy who loved to stir things up.   He always had a gleam in his eye and was eager to take on the world.  He was vice-president of our class when we were sophomores.

Wayne and I met up again after graduating from college and law school, and we studied together for the California bar examination.  His advice was very helpful to me, and we both passed the bar and became licensed as attorneys together in 1986. Wayne served for seven years as a member of the California Bar Association. 

He was reportedly killed in a fire in Los Angeles on January 6, 1994.

If you have additional details you would like to add about Wayne's life or his death, or any corrections, please add your memories below or send us an email.

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02/22/09 12:13 AM #1    

Karen Kincel

When Bill Hoist spent some time together years after High School we talked alot about athletics. Waynes name was never remiss in our conversations. He will be missed by all. I am thankful he reached his dream of being an attorney and was able to help whoever put the comment on the site. His parents should be proud and know that he is missed.

03/07/09 06:16 AM #2    

Peter Nolten

Wayne and I left campus one day to visit a law office on the corner of Fair Oaks and Colorado. It was a store front law office. Wayne and I spoke to a lawyer about the censoring of the class mural. After our meeting - Wayne and I stood outside on the corner. I'm sure the meeting with the lawyer was a turning point for him. Hope to see on a street corner in a more loving place.

07/10/13 09:30 PM #3    

Sandy Goodpasture (Serva)

I knew Wayne in  junior high school and I simply adored him. He was just ... fucking funny. I am pretty surprised he went a conventional route and went into law ... but I can see how he would have excelled. I dunno, he was a rebel, but he rebelled against what was worth rebelling against.

Although someone dies young, what matters is the mark they leave on the world. In my 50s now, I can't tell you how much I loved that guy. He made me laugh, he made me think. I just loved his mind. So sharp, so present.

Brother, you made a difference. Rest in peace.

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