That guy’s grandfather sucker punched me in a downtown Ithaca, NY movie theater in 1964 when I was 13. I’d asked his sister (who was in front of us) to quit acting out and ruining the movie. She kept it up. I got the theater manager and he got her to be quiet. What the movie was over, I had just moved into the aisle when a hand on my shoulder wheeled me around and “BAM” a right hook to my head. I dropped and he took off.
I learned my valuable lesson about the “colorful mosaic of diversity” early in life.
On the bright side, you met Ithaca’s only black person and learned a valuable lesson.
As for Ithaca, I still have vivid memories of clouds racing across a cold lake Cayuga. Eerie and beautiful.
That guys great-great-great grandfather was my great-great-great grandfather’s tractor.
when we were in HS, our bb team would travel to Ithaca ....there would always be warnings to be careful and without even saying, we knew why....same with Elmira......nothing needs to be said but we know....