I used to hitchhike to work at my uncle’s grocery store and I met all these guys from East Rochester. They were a little bit hoodier than the guys in my high school and some already had cars. After work they liked to drive around and drink beer. The drinking age was 18 but we knew spots where you could walk in and buy a six at sixteen, no questions asked. And sometimes we just slipped beer out the back door of the store and hid it near the trash. We’d sit in a car on dead end roads or in the park and listen to the radio. On weekends we head over to Panorama Bowl for the teen dances and then these guys would drop me off at home.
We were always looking for places to dump the empties because we didn’t want to get caught with open containers. I remember one of the guys saying, “just thrown them on the lawn of a nice looking house and the people will pick them up in the morning.” It was so much fun being young and stupid, tossing beer bottles out the window as we careened down a street with the radio cranked.
I’m reminded of those days every time we find Bud cans along the road on Hoffman. Last week somebody dumped this big tire down there. The photo doesn’t offer much evidence of scale but it is at least five feet high.
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My parent’s house is on a corner. The lake is a half block away and when I grew up it was a big hot rod neighborhood. My father put big rocks on the corner of the lawn to keep them from doing lawn jobs. He was out there one day when a car came burning by and threw a six pack of bottles out the window onto our lawn. My father picked up a bottle and threw it at the driver door. It hit the edge and shattered into the car. They stopped then rethought things a bit since he had five more bottles, and took off. It was an amazing shot…
That is an awesome story.
Hmmm…so Paul, do you remember anyone throwing one back at you?