Ok, the truth finally comes out for those of you with foggy memories, Larry Colburn gives it up:

From Larry (Geroge Washington) Colburn: OK, I/ we confess. Surely the Statute of Limitations has long passed. So, for the record, Martha Allen, it was the "Fishy Four" quartet that wedged Mr. Zilliox's VW diagonally in the Central Jr High back parking lot. The four of us (Jerry Sego, Dennis Burgert, Malcom Smith and moi) did it early one morning at a quartet practice with Mr. Hamble. We got caught and the punishment was to "stand guard" over the car for a week.

Sorry Stan H. I guess Mr. Zilliox's car really took a beating that summer.

"I remember" has been and is a blast. I have thoroughly enjoyed reading others remembrances and have conjured up some myself.

It was a great time to grow up.  There was a peace, a solitude, and a lack of care, plus imagination and sleeping hard at night after a full day of activity.  I remember the Jayhawk Plunge and the summer it was closed because of the polio scare.  In the summer our front door remained open with the screen door only shut.  One time, after an errant football pass broke a couple of knobs on the radio, my mom established a "no sports in the house" rule, no fighting or wrestling in the house either.  When I angered my brother Gary, I would hit the front door at full speed running for a tree or car to get between us for safety.  Over my shoulder I would listen for the slamming of the front door to hear if he was in pursuit.

I remember Kick the Can games and that we were called in only because of darkness.  I remember the smell of burning leaves raked into the gutter and burned there by my dad.  We dared each other to ride our bikes through the leaves as they burned.  Vacant lots across the street became arctic tundra in the winter as we harnessed Sugar, our family dog, to pull our sled and we played Sargeant Preston of the Yukon.

I remember jumping up and sitting on the kitchen counter listening to my favorite programs on the radio:  "The Lone Ranger" and "The Shadow".

My brother and I had paper routes (Lawrence Journal World) that covered Kentucky and Tennessee from 19th to 23rd streets.  We would literally run the route putting all of the papers on the front porches. 

Every block had a clubhouse of some kind and an organized football team to play other neighborhoods.  My grandparents lived in the next block and I would run home from there at night because of the black panther that lived in the trees!

I remember baseball at the South Park diamond where we were satisfied to have the JC sponsor to provide a shirt and hat for our uniform.  When you hit the ball, you could tell by the sound how good of a hit it was as opposed to the ping of an aluminum bat.

I remember a tree house in the backyard that seemed 10 stories up.  It was a haven of quietness for reading a book or comic book or lying on your back watching the clouds.

I also remember ( an adult plot to kill us all off) by placing a jungle gym on the hard blacktop surface at Cordley.  I mean really, hop scotch maybe, four square yet but a jungle gym?  Also at Cordley I remember Mrs. Peters as the first teacher to indicate interest in my singing.

I also remember Kasold Drive, where my mother spent her final days at Presbyterian Manor, which was a good place to "park" with my now wife of 43 years.

This is my first installment - more to follow!

I knew it was a VW!-Rich