Fall Sundays meant football...always have...always will! We'd watch the Bears on our B&W TV....Bill Wade throwing to Harlan Hill. We didn't care much about defense, just hold them so we'd get the ball back. After the game, we suit up in helmets and shoulder pads and head across the street to Mike Carey's back yard. We'd imagine we were Wade or Hill throwing and catching TD passes. Of course, someone almost always got hurt, but mostly games were called by darkness or dinner. Then home to dinner in front of Sunday night TV and Disney's Wonderful World of Color (or black and white...).
