I know many West Side Stories but will tell the story of one of my earliest memories.
When I was born we lived on Fell, on the uphill block nearest the top of the hill. My parents were concerned with the heavy traffic and the decline of the neighborhood. One of my earliest memories was moving to 29th Ave. when I was two and a half years old, in August 1953. We moved to one of the last new houses in that area. My father, being economy minded, rented an old Ford pickup truck to move us himself. I remember very vividly riding back and forth, especially down Lincoln, in that old truck loaded with furniture. That was my introduction to the Western Neighborhoods, where I had never been before.