The gang (Left to Right) Rick Samuelson, Marc Mikkelson, Brent Stephens, Kelly McCann (Back), Brad Hardman (Front) and Larry Samuelson
What could be better than growing up in a brand new neighborhood in South Salt Lake City. There were 20-30 guys my age in the neighborhood.
We’d play all day outside and wouldn’t come in until our parents forced in at curfew. We loved baseball. Workups, 500, 0ver-the-line…we loved it.
We didn’t even know that we were from a “modest” neighborhood. I felt rich even though when the baseball went into a bush the game was over unless we found it. There was never two baseballs.
A lot of the guys in the neighborhood didn’t have a bike in working order. No problem, they’d ride on the handle bars, the side bar or the fender.
My mom occassionally left quarters laying around for me to “borrow.” With a quarter you could buy 5 candy bars at Hellers Market. Five!
For a dime you could get a 10 ounce Coke. When I about 13 they came out with a 16 ounce RC Cola. I remember drinking one and it making me very sick. (This was the pre-Big Gulp days).
Live was nice in South Salt Lake.