02 Jul 09 07:19, Roger Nelson wrote to Roy Witt:


 RW>> In Illinois there's a city called Rockford. Part of it is known as
 RW>> 'little Italy', the rest is full of Swedes and Switzers. Little
 RW>> Italy used to visit Freeport on a regular basis, starting fights and
 RW>> generally making trouble for everyone they ran into. I was about 15
 RW>> when somebody got the bright idea to form a trap for those guys.
 RW>> When they showed up to a private party that was by invitation only,
 RW>> they were surrounded by a bunch of big guys, football players,
 RW>> mostly of German and Polock decent. That fight ended the 'little
 RW>> Italy' forays into Freeport.

 RN> That was a very brave thing for y'all to do.

That wasn't me...I wasn't old enough to be able to stay out that late.
10pm or 10:30pm at the latest on weekends, 9pm weekdays. My dad was very
strict in enforcing that, since his bed-time was 10:30pm and you had to be
in the house before he went to bed.

 RN> Those guys carried big knives down here.  Mostly it was the Irish we
 RN> had to worry about, and although they didn't come into our
 RN> neighborhood, we had to be extra careful going through theirs.

Freeport just had the west and east sides. Anything to the east of the
river that split town was blacks and white trash, west of it wasn't much
better, but there weren't any real bad asses there. Including me. There
was another group who roamed the arcade area, which were neither friend or
foe to either of the others.

                R\%/itt

Joy lives in the fight, in the attempt, in the suffering involved, not in
the victory itself.

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