The girls riding the bumper cars sometimes would get tangled up in a corner, and we would have to untangle them. That’s how we met them. It didn’t hurt us either when we would give free rides to the girls we’d later meet at the drive-ins.
I also worked at the Milk Bottle and Walking Charlie baseball games and at a game next to the Funhouse where customers tossed darts at balloons to win prizes, operated by the parents of another member of the Class of ’54, the late Bernard Mana.
