Niagara Gazette — I even gave away my Superman and Archie comic books, the whole collection! I traded my baseball cards and stacks of Bazooka gum wrapper “funnies” for a cookout kit and a can of Sterno from an enterprising Polish kid who went to Saint Stanislaus School.
We had formed a solid business alliance. I sold to him used “autographed” prayer books, Bibles (signed by the Pope for an extra 50 cents), and other paraphernalia that I found in the lost-and-found room at the back of the Our Lady of the Rosary Church; in turn, he sold to me all kinds of goodies he found in his Dad’s garage.
Tommy and I had no idea how differently things would turn out when we finally set out early one morning headed for the Grand Island Bridge on our way to the future.
We did not get far, in fact we made it back home before dark without anyone noticing that we had left, but the long walk and our very long talks along the way made me more determined than ever to try to get to the March on Washington by August 28, 1963.Contact Bill Bradberry at firstname.lastname@example.org