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Date Posted: Wednesday, October 13, 01:20:20pm
Author: Mike Ignelsi
Subject: I was nine. My dad snuck into Forbes Field dressed as a waterman, there to read the meter. Went to town that night; hip deep confetti; conga line from one end of Fifth to the other.
In reply to: apluski 's message, "Also 13 at the time. A friend and I ran from school when it let out to a small Esso station a block away. We watched a small tv in side the station with four or five adults. We all went wild, screaming, jumping and dancing. My dad went into town early that night to pick my mother up after work and didn't get back until 3AM. The streets in town were impassable. What a great memory." on Wednesday, October 13, 11:34:26am


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