Corner of Maitland and Hill Streets
My name is Dave Moczulski. I’m at the corner of Maitland and Hill Street and, as a youth, I can remember one of my most dramatic affairs. To show you the rebellion that we had as youths, we were hanging around on Halloween one night. And I don’t know why, to this day I don’t know why, but we moved a barricade that was across the road for whatever reason. It was innocent fun, but it was stupid. But the minute we put our hands on that barricade and moved it, all of a sudden a police car pulled up and we all ran. All of us kids. I ran, and we were running and the cops started chasing us. Just as we went into a backyard and hopped a fence, I was wearing moccasins and as I went over the fence one of my moccasins fell off. Well, we didn’t have a lot of money back then to buy new moccasins so, I went and stepped back over the fence, tried to pick up my moccasin, and that police officer grabbed me by the shoulder.
He dragged me back to the cruiser, he put me in the back of the cruiser. He started to talk to me and he said, “Where do you live?” I told him where I lived on Colborne Street. He said, “What’s your name?” I told him what my name was. He said, “Are you any relation to Marty? Wally? Frank?” I said, “…Uncle…Uncle…Dad.” He said, “I oughta kick your blank.” He took me home and he knocked on the door with my Mom, told her what happened and said, “Take care of him, would ya?” That was my lesson.