It was just another night for “The 24th Street Gang”. We were eight to ten boys with a two-year-age separation, living on the same block in “River City” a.k.a La Crosse, Wisconsin. The gang name was coined by one of neighborhood parents. And it stuck.
I should not say it was just another night. It was special for two reasons. First, my parents were in Chicago for the big Sports Retailer show. My father owned Quinn’s University Sports Shop located on main street for 43 years. It would still be going today, if I had not hauled ass out west, out of good old cheeseland, the day after I graduated from college. Read more