This is the Moline I remember. This is why people told me I was lucky:
- You live across from the Field House? You never have to worry about where to park the car.
- You can walk to Whitey's?
- Your mom is a teacher and your dad makes doughnuts.
Across 18th Street A lived Ken, Linda, and Betty Wiley. Linda was a classmate. When they split the streets for going to one junior high or another, I went to Calvin Coolidge and her side got to stay at John Deere for 8th and 9th grade.
Darlene Gabriel and her sister lived across the alley.
A few houses away, on 23rd Avenue, Tom and Rick Hansen lived. One of my father's 8 mm films shows Tom, Darlene, and me playing in our backyard.
Our parents knew each other from parents' meetings, visiting each other, and saying hello at all the local stores.