I loved to hang out with Wally, my older Boy Scout friend who lived across the street. He knew a bunch of stuff that he taught me. He even had a club in his cellar. I write of him in my first book, Growing up Italian. In fact, I will follow this post with the story, Wally in upcoming blogs.
One of the many reasons that I loved to go to Wally’s was because his father, Mr. Potts, worked for the Kellogg’s Company; they of Battle Creek, Kellogg’s Pep, Raisin Bran, All Bran, Corn Flakes Tony the Tiger and a bunch of other things.
When Mr. Potts opened his garage, there they were, the symbols of Kellogg’s… lined haphazardly all over the place. He did not have room to park his car.
There were posters of everything they sold. I think of that garage often wishing then, even moreso now, that I had some of those things. What a blast I would have on E-Bay. What a blast.
I might get rich but, more likely I would keep them, just to have them.