Ah Allison Park - some of my first memories as a child in the 1960's were of my pop taking Karin and me to hike around the boulders and oaks and pines to a secluded spot for a backcountry fire. We'd bake "Mickies" in aluminum foil and sip Penguin soda while pop enjoyed his PBR quart of beer. Another time we collected a bunch of thick pine bark from downed trees which Pop later made into a bird house that hung from a branch outside of the second grade classroom at St. Cecilia's Grammar School. Later forays as a teen into Allison Park past closing time on hot and humid summer nights balanced the intrigue of chasing girls, stuffing bottled Michelob in jean pockets, and avoiding cop car's searchlights.
Ah Allison Park - some of my first memories as a child in the 1960's were of my pop taking Karin and me to hike around the boulders and oaks and pines to a secluded spot for a backcountry fire. We'd bake "Mickies" in aluminum foil and sip Penguin soda while pop enjoyed his PBR quart of beer. Another time we collected a bunch of thick pine bark from downed trees which Pop later made into a bird house that hung from a branch outside of the second grade classroom at St. Cecilia's Grammar School. Later forays as a teen into Allison Park past closing time on hot and humid summer nights balanced the intrigue of chasing girls, stuffing bottled Michelob in jean pockets, and avoiding cop car's searchlights.
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