Tuesday, April 11, 2017
A Little Prose-Poem for Opening Day--1966!
Opening Day 1966
My buddy Terry and I had a great plan to see all the Indians’ games free in 1966. We would sell hot dogs or cokes at Municipal Stadium and watch the game between sales.
We skipped school that day and took a 7 AM bus to East Cleveland. Then from the Windermere Station, we grabbed the Rapid Transit to the Terminal Tower.
From Public Square we walked the mile down to Municipal Stadium, the middle-aged but beautiful giant on the Lake.
We found the line for concessionaires—about 200 folks, and we were the youngest and the whitest.
There was no rigamarole with paper work, and we were hired just like that, trained in five minutes. All we had to do was holler, “Get your Red Hots here! Red Hots here!” That was it.
Before you knew it, we were carrying hot dogs, buns, and beloved Stadium Mustard up and down aisles, jammed with 80,000 customers—the largest crowd I’d ever seen.
I didn’t see a minute of that game. I sold 200 hot dogs and made 8 bucks. Of that I spent 2 bucks on buses, clearing 6 bucks for a 12-hour day, getting back to Euclid at 7 PM.
Terry and I got into trouble for skipping school, but we hardly gave a damn. It was senior year, and this was Opening Day!
That was my first and last day as a concessionaire, an experience I’d always value, and never forget.#
Bob Coughlin / April 11, 2017—Opening Day