by 7 Wishes » Sun Jun 24, 2007 6:14 pm
Back then, the only way you could find out who was coming to town was on the ham radio. You had to know the right frequencies, or you'd just get marooned Norwegian tuna fishermen and Neal Sedaka. For twenty cents, you could ride the trolley into town, get a steak dinner and a bottle of cognac, and catch the Styx show, if you didn't mind sitting with the Poles and the Irish in the nosebleed sections. Or you could stand in line for three days in the snow, waiting for some zit-faced punk kid to open the ticket office on Saturday morning. I remember the time we went to Cleveland during the war; the big one...Korea. I wore an onion on my belt....which was the style at the time...you couldn't get those white ones; you could only get those big yellow ones....now where was I....oh yeah, the important thing was I was wearing an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time, you couldn't get those other ones....