WBRZ - Baton Rouge

My January winter memories include what we referred to as "hopping cars." As noted is a previous column, Pete Pavlovic's store was the high point of Brighton Road, also providing a hiding place to hop the cars. As the vehicles spun and chugged up-the-hill on an ice-slicked road, we timed our "hitch-up" to go for the ride. Hooking onto the bumper, like down-hill skiers, we'd glide like a bunch of kids on skate boards - without the boards. A dry spot on the street was the danger zone. Once your boots went from slick to dry, your head went into the trunk or bumper. Many a neighborhood kid was thereby identified as a "knot-head." Pat Quigley did the same growing up in New Jersey, noting it was called "skitchin."