To the editor:
Reading about the Geiger Company in the weekend edition brought back memories of some 50 years ago.
At that time I was 16 or so, living across the alley from the Geiger mansion. Sports were a good part of our neighborhood which ended up in the Geiger yard, especially basketball, although we did do some pole-vaulting in a lane next to the house at one time. I remember running down the lane, setting the pole and gliding mostly under the bar. However, most of the time we were in basketball frenzy.
A spacious concrete (da!) drive to the alley was set with a sturdy backboard and rim that provided a place for hours of "out of trouble" fun. A flood-light was strategically placed to cast the optimal light for night-time playing. They never seemed to mind the noise or extra electricity used. A group of us kids picked up sides, played HORSE, or just had practice fun. But everything was not "peaches n' cream" and one 4th of July brings that home.
One hot afternoon, Bill was on his back porch tossing M-80s into the alley, a good 30-40 foot toss. These power-packed cylinders with the fuse in the middle blow out the end rings as it explodes in its dynamite-like bang. How do I know this? I was out checking the booms and one had just landed close enough for me to catch a ring on the inside of my right lower leg! When he realized what had happened he jumped from the porch and ran to me to see if was hurt. I said, "Nah" it'll be OK."
I carry that circular scar. A small scar for a solid neighborhood that brought together kids in a healthy way much like solid companies bring communities together.