Pat Shingleton: "Hitchin' a ride..."
Saturday's column noted our responsibility to secure transportation in all types of weather. As noted in a previous column, my brother Kevin and I would sit on "the wishing wall," at the base of Brighton Road, wishing that anyone going up-the-hill would transport us. Slats Kotuby drove a '54 Ford pickup and if there wasn't room in the cab, you got in the back. Leaving high school, in a snowstorm, we piled into his truck. Slats wore thick "shot" glasses, and when the wipers went out, Slats stuck his head out the window, driving the truck like railroad engineer, Casey Jones in a driving snowstorm and a temperature of 24. Everything was frozen on Slats' head and was then known as "Admiral Byrd."