Sigh. Yup.
He went to South High and he was talking about the Gang culture in the 50’s. He said that they had fights but the worst that happened is that someone lost a tooth or two, he was a jock and a real big guy, no one ever got stabbed.
The other was when he and my Uncle made some home brewed beer and my Uncle got hammered, shocking when you consider his Grandfather was called to the house of Patriarchs, and drove his motor cycle up the side of their Dutch Colonial House.
My Grandfather fixed it and my old man took him for a ride down Capitol Hill, scared the hell out of Grandpa and he swore if it broke it would stay broke.
Salt Lake in the early ‘30’s