That was the “happening place” to see everybody, and we knew them all. This day, the “disaster” of the toppled tower drew even bigger crowds. Studying the picture, you can almost feel the excitement of that event and its times. Note the boy nearest to the tower; you can almost read his mind as he reviews the chain of events and thinks what the crash was like…perhaps wishing he’d been there to see it fall.
After that, he may have gone into nearby Walgreen’s to get a dish of ice cream, scooped-out (or punched out) by a modern device that produced product in an elongated cube — which was never seen before or since.
These were times that one could really feel your young life pulsing while traversing the streets —everything seeming so vivid and exciting in our minds. “Oh, to return to those thrilling days of yesteryear,” as the narrator of “The Lone Ranger” used to intone as the program left the air.
n Sources — Mike Kroemer Insurance; archives of the Clinton Herald; Dave Vickers, KROS; Don Schneider
Gary Herrity is the Clinton Herald’s historical columnist. His column appears only in the Herald on Fridays.