Good Old Days Magazine

Army Flash!

The neighbors must have been peeking out from behind their curtains because Johnny and I hadn’t seen anyone watching as the Chester, Pa., police escorted us into the back of their cruiser.

The police had been picking us up every Tuesday evening for a couple of weeks before someone had the courage to approach my father in the local barbershop and ask what Johnny

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