I remember all my parents friends lived within earshot. A bike got me to all of my friends within 3 minutes. We sat next to our milkman and mayor at Church and news of us misbehaving reached home before us. Our little league baseball uniforms were made locally at the Norwich Knitting Mill....they were wool, hot, and grass stains never seemed to wash out. The police would stop and pick us up off the street early in the morning, knowing we were alter boys going to serve 7AM Mass at ST. Paul’s Church. We were Boy Scouts and camped 12 months of the year in a lean to next to a pond just west of town. Teachers would let us out at 1PM on days of t(e World Series to see on TV where I saw Yogi Berra race up to Don Larson and gave him a bear hug with both his legs wrapped around him after his perfect game. Whitey Ford was our guest speaker at winter Banquet and I remember him driving up from NYC...charged us $50. Elvis Presley gyrating with Hound Dog on Ed Sullivan’s Show. Walking home from school and stopping to sit in an Isetta on dealers lot. The Ford convertible with the top that folded into the trunk held the Homecoming King and Queen on way to football field. We carried these small milk boxes around on Halloween collecting change for UNICEF. One of my best friends had polio. Life wasn’t very expensive back then, but i wouldn’t trade a million dollars for so many good memories.