When I was three, I walked downtown from 6th street to my uncle’s barber shop next door to the Star. He would cut my hair and give me 20 cents change. I would go next door to the Star and for 10 cents would watch movies and eat candy and popcorn until I couldn’t. Then I would walk across the street past the “Rathole” to my aunts cafe, Bob’s Cafe. I’d sit on the counter and talk to the customers. Many would not be able to pay so my aunt put their ticket in a Roi-Tan cigar box. When they had some money, they would come in and she would pull their tickets out of the cigar box and they’d pay their bill. those were the days, when a three year old could walk around without any reason to fear.
When I was three, I walked downtown from 6th street to my uncle’s barber shop next door to the Star. He would cut my hair and give me 20 cents change. I would go next door to the Star and for 10 cents would watch movies and eat candy and popcorn until I couldn’t. Then I would walk across the street past the “Rathole” to my aunts cafe, Bob’s Cafe. I’d sit on the counter and talk to the customers. Many would not be able to pay so my aunt put their ticket in a Roi-Tan cigar box. When they had some money, they would come in and she would pull their tickets out of the cigar box and they’d pay their bill. those were the days, when a three year old could walk around without any reason to fear.