Speaking of Cohns, from before, does anyone remember the two very cute daughters that Herman Cohn had working there at the store? God, I used to love their cherry and vanilla cokes, AND their phosphates, AND their REAL was it ice cream phosphates? Shackman
Yeah, I was gonna marry one of the daughters. Any one. For some reason, they wouldn't return my calls.
I liked the old ball park at the end of Onieda Street. It had the wooden fence around it and the covered wooden stands. When I was a wee snot, someone took me to a rodeo there and I had an old photo of a midget auto race held there.
When I was a bit older, I would hang out behind the outfield fence in hopes of getting any ball that made it over the fence.
Once, after I got a car, I was driving past the ball park while a game was in progress. A foul ball cleared the fence, hit my cars rear window sill and bounced inside. Lucky the window was down.