I can remember going to games back in the ‘50’s when one could pick up the pungeant aroma of the stockyards when the wind was blowing the wrong way.
Also worked a couple of games as an Andy Frain usher back then, both at Comiskey (or “Kaminsky”, to quote our Dear Leader) and at Wrigley. I still recall one game in the ‘60’s, when Dave Nicholson (who was pretty much useless most of the time) cleared the upper deck with an incredible homer.
Very Cool. Was that when ‘no neck Williams’ was playing?