I know. When I look back it’s hard for me to believe it too. But it involved no tats. I didn’t have to murder anyone. I only had to be white and hate blacks. The first I definitely was but the second I wasn’t sure of. I thought I might since a group stole my bike one day right from in front of my house. It was a birthday gift from my dad and chasing them didn’t get it back. The “gang” hung out down at Cobbs Creek Park not far from where I lived on Kent Road (http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=Cobbs+Creek+Park,+Philadelphia,+Pennsylvania&sll=39.947613,-75.240182&sspn=0.026452,0.076818&g=Cobbs+Creek,+Philadelphia,+Pennsylvania&ie=UTF8&hq=Cobbs+Creek+Park&hnear=Cobbs+Creek+Park,+Philadelphia,+Pennsylvania+19151&ll=39.970674,-75.261068&spn=0.026443,0.076818&z=14) and would throw stones across the creek at anyone not resembling us. I was a member for about 3 months (the summer of ‘66). I think mostly because I was looking for something to do since this was the first Summer without my dad. Well, one day I decided to walk home. This involved walking down the tracks by the creek to the Marshall Road, climbing up the side to it and walking the short distance to my house on Kent Road.
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