Everybody has a story: Rebel with a cause: skate date

The article about Golden Skate closing brought a tear to my eye.

In my day of teenage fun it was named Holcomb’s Recreation Hall. My friends and I spent many happy times there.

One night I wanted to go skating, but it was a school night and my parents said no. I was a good student and had my homework done, so it really made me mad. I stomped off to my bedroom to stew awhile, but decided it was time to rebel.

I dropped my skate case out the window and then hoisted myself up, but I hit a snag, literally: I tore my pedal pushers (pants) and had to climb back inside and change.

My house was a block off 39th and Main streets, and I walked all the way out to Holcomb’s on Fourth Plain. I guess the freedom of my first rebellion gave me the energy to walk that far.

I had only been there about an hour when my dad showed up to drag me home. I guess the open window and the missing skate case told the story.

His stony-faced silence was the worst punishment ever.

Ah, the good old days!

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