Bob ----- my Dad was a Yankee fan, but my grandfather had Dodger season tickets (great seats on first base side behind Dodger dugout at Ebbets Field), so I grew up a Dodger fan. From 1952 until the Bums left Brooklyn after the '57 season, I went to 20 or 30 games every year. Used to take the LIRR from Lindenhurst to Jamaica Station where my grandfather would meet me (he lived in Queens at the time), then we'd take the subway over to Brooklyn together and reverse the process to get me home. Can you imagine parents allowing a seven year old (my age when I did this the first time) to make such a trip by himself these days?

During the 1930's, Grandpa was an accountant who did books/taxes for a local bar called the Broadway Club (corner of Broadway and 105th Street in Ozone Park). It had an illegal card room upstairs and I still have some of the chips from there that he originally brought home for my Dad to play with. Unfortunately, they are generic "B" inlaid composition chips with no distinctive markings.

How could anyone possibly think all this is boring?? ----- jim o\-S