<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:16:11.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann Arbor History</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-4855902310320679419</id><published>2009-05-02T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:16:41.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ED BROSS - GONE, BUT NOT FORGOTTEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8lFbAaX02Y/Sf02doYDNeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gkGeOzNHcRY/s1600-h/ed+bross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331477416558933474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8lFbAaX02Y/Sf02doYDNeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gkGeOzNHcRY/s400/ed+bross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ED BROSS – GONE, BUT NOT FORGOTTEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny how your perspective on things changes over time. When I was a kid going to high school sports events in the sixties, I kept seeing one man in attendance at all of the games. Eventually I found out that his name was Ed Bross, and that he was Ann Arbor High’s official scorekeeper. I figured that ANYONE who was associated with AAHS sports had to be a very important person, and assumed that the job of official scorekeeper was undoubtedly a much-sought after position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I came to realize that the scorekeeper’s job was a voluntary position, and that it was largely a thankless task that usually fell to whoever the coach or athletic director could con into doing it. Not only did this realization not diminish in my eyes the work that Ed Bross had done over the years, it actually made me admire him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to imagine now how long Ed served in that capacity, and just how long ago it was. He started keeping score for the Pioneers in 1932 – that’s two years before my Dad would enter Ann Arbor High as a sophomore. Ed continued as the scorekeeper for the next 33 years, until his death in the fall of 1965.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most vivid memories of Ed are from attending Ann Arbor High baseball games in the early sixties, just after the school’s home field was moved from West Park to Veterans Park Diamond #5. On a cold, windy early spring day when the number of players on the field outnumbered the spectators, there would be Ed in his overcoat, sitting in his little folding chair up behind home plate, holding the scorebook in his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what he must have endured through those 33 years – the frigid late afternoons at the ballpark, the frosty nights at the old hockey Coliseum, and driving through ice and snow to get to a distant gymnasium on a mid-winter night. Obviously, although he wasn’t paid for his work, he must have got a great deal of satisfaction from what he did, or he wouldn’t have stayed at it for as long as he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is even more astonishing is that he didn’t take the summer off! Once the school year ended, he took on the task of overseeing scorekeeping for the dozens of baseball and softball teams that participated in the Ann Arbor Recreation Department leagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ed died, there was a nice write-up about him in the paper. I cut out his picture, and taped it up on the bulletin board in my bedroom where it remained for a number of years. Ed did not have any children, and although he touched the lives of many young people through his volunteer work at the high school, it seemed that within a very short time after his passing, he had all but been forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, there was one person who never forgot him, and that was me. A few years ago when visiting the Pioneer Athletic Department website, I saw that the Pioneer Athletic Foundation Hall of Fame was taking applications for “Volunteer of the Year.” Even though it had been many years since Ed had done his volunteer work, I felt that no one was more deserving of the award than Ed Bross, so I nominated him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year, I got the wonderful news when the phone rang one morning, and I was told that Ed would be honored at the annual Pioneer Hall of Fame dinner. Thank you to all of the members of the Pioneer Athletic Foundation Committee for choosing Ed for this award. If it had not been for this decision, the memory of Ed Bross and his many years of service likely would have been lost forever. Instead, now he will always be remembered for his many contributions to Ann Arbor High School Athletics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-4855902310320679419?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/4855902310320679419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=4855902310320679419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/4855902310320679419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/4855902310320679419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2009/05/ed-bross-gone-but-not-forgotten.html' title='ED BROSS - GONE, BUT NOT FORGOTTEN'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J8lFbAaX02Y/Sf02doYDNeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gkGeOzNHcRY/s72-c/ed+bross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115752011709730917</id><published>2006-09-05T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:21:57.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim the friendly ticket-taker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/jim%20atkins.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/jim%20atkins.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jim Atkins in 1978. As play-by-play announcer for WPAG's broadcasts of Michigan hockey games I would enter Yost Arena through the press entrance where Jim, as one of the ushers, was posted. One night as I came in he asked me if I was Jim Heddle and I said yes. He then asked if I was related to Fred Heddle and I told him that I was Fred's son. Jim then told me how much he enjoyed watching my dad play softball at old Sportsman's Park when he was a kid. I thought it was great that I had met one of my dad's "fans," and I began to look forward to visiting with Jim before every hockey game. He always greeted me at the door with a friendly "Hi!," a warm smile and an enthusiastic handshake. As I got to know Jim better, I found out that I wasn't the only one that he treated so well - he was this friendly with everyone he met! To this day I have never met anyone more gregarious, genuine and delightful as Jim Atkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to his duties at Yost, Jim also took tickets at the gate for Michigan football, basketball and baseball games. I always would either come in Jim's gate, or once inside would walk over to his post to visit with him before the game. Jim lived in the house where he grew up near Slauson Middle School, where he took care of his elderly mother. He didn't drive, so often I would see him out walking on the west side of town or waiting at a bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1982 I moved to west Michigan but returned to Ann Arbor often to visit, and from time to time would call Jim to find out how he was. He was always pleased to hear from me, and seemed to know all of the town gossip that never made the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved back to Ann Arbor in 1994 and for the next 5 years Jim and I enjoyed getting together for lunch at the Old Country buffet every few months. We also ran into each other often at the grocery store and I was amazed that he knew the names of all of the check-out clerks and baggers at the store and all of the workers at the restaurant. He would speak to all of them in the same enthusiastic way that he always greeted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost Jim suddenly in 1999 and I think of him often, especially when I drive through the area near Slauson school where I used to see him out walking. He was one-of-a-kind, and a true friend and inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115752011709730917?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115752011709730917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115752011709730917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115752011709730917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115752011709730917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/09/jim-friendly-ticket-taker.html' title='Jim the friendly ticket-taker'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115674428013559121</id><published>2006-08-27T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:51:20.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History vs. the wrecking ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/ferry%20field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/ferry%20field.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was early in the year 1969. On a Saturday afternoon we headed toward the U of M athletic campus to see a basketball game. Parking the car north of Michigan Stadium, we began walking toward Crisler Arena when we heard that awful sound - the sound of a wrecking ball hitting concrete. Before I even turned in the direction of the sound, I knew what it must be - they were tearing down the historic Ferry Field football stands. My heart sank, and I knew that even if Michigan won the basketball game, this would not go down in history as a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the late 20s when the Michigan football team moved into the new stadium until the late 60s the stands had been used for track meets only. Of course they had deteriorated with age and less than a year before they came down a friend and I had wandered over to check them out when we became bored at a Michigan baseball game. There were barricades about 2/3rds of the way up and signs saying it was unsafe to go any higher. My friend ignored the warning and went to the top. I wasn't so brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my office at work I have a large picture of Michigan Stadium and the surrounding area that was taken from an airplane by Dale Fisher on the day of the 1968 Michigan-Michigan State football game. One of my favorite things about the photo is that in the upper-left hand corner you can clearly see the Ferry Field stands still standing. In my mind's eye, that's the way the U of M athletic plant is SUPPOSED to look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115674428013559121?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115674428013559121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115674428013559121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115674428013559121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115674428013559121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/history-vs-wrecking-ball.html' title='History vs. the wrecking ball'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115674295885399651</id><published>2006-08-27T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:29:18.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival up on the hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/carnival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/carnival.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in grade school days, we looked forward to the second week in June for 2 reasons: 1) the last day of school, and 2) the carnival coming to town! In the 60s the annual Jaycees carnival was held up on the hill at Veteran's Park. Adding to the excitement for me was the fact that at night I could look out my bedroom window and see the green and yellow lights at the top of the double ferris wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when the pool and ice rink were built at Vets, the carnival moved over to the Pioneer High parking lot and the date was switched to mid-summer. Real old-timers will remember when a carnival was held on Main Street during bargain days in late July, before the Art Fair expanded from the campus area to downtown streets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115674295885399651?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115674295885399651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115674295885399651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115674295885399651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115674295885399651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/carnival-up-on-hill.html' title='Carnival up on the hill'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115656255660356427</id><published>2006-08-25T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:22:36.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bud &amp; Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/bud%20corwin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/bud%20corwin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/discount%20tire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/discount%20tire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/softball%20reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/softball%20reunion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bud Corwin was one of my heroes as a young boy. He was the ace pitcher on the Mutual Of Omaha fastpitch softball team that I enjoyed watching play every Tuesday and Thursday night during the summer at Veteran's Park. At that time in the early 60s he was the best pitcher in Ann Arbor, regularly leading his team to city and state titles. What is really amazing is that those who saw him pitch in the 50s say that he was even more dominant then, before an injury to his pitching arm caused him to just be "great" rather than unbeatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout his career, Bud threw the ball to his brother Lee who was his catcher. Over the years the team sponsorship changed to Bisiegel Orchards, Discount Tire, Lupi &amp; Sons and Old Heidelberg, and players came and went from the team, but the one constant was the pitching/ catching duo of Bud &amp;amp; Lee, along with yours truly up in the stands rooting them on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115656255660356427?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115656255660356427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115656255660356427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115656255660356427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115656255660356427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/bud-lee.html' title='Bud &amp; Lee'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115639485848613899</id><published>2006-08-23T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:36:07.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>West Stadium hang-outs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/cafe%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/cafe%207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/everetts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/everetts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/a&amp;w2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/a%26w2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/a&amp;w1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/a%26w1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 50s and 60s, the top 2 places for Ann Arbor teenagers to hang out were Everett's Drive-In and the A&amp;W on West Stadium Boulevard. Everett's was Ann Arbor's version of Arnold's from Happy Days. My favorite menu item was their double-decker California Burger. When Elias Brothers Big Boy restaurants began popping up in metro Detroit but hadn't yet opened a location in Ann Arbor, I began hearing rumors from friends who had been to Big Boy that a Big Boy Hamburger was a lot like a California Burger from Everett's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got my driver's license in the summer of 1970 the first place I went to was Everett's. Me and my buddy pulled into a drive-in space in our '66 Dodge Dart convertible and enjoyed an open-air meal - by ourselves! By then the drive-in option had become less popular and most diners at Everett's went inside to eat. As you can see in the picture, a few years later they installed a drive-thru window as the car-hops were long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sad day when Everett's closed in 1980 to make way for a Taco Bell. One day that summer the Milkshake Gods took out their wrath on the demolition company when a major windstorm overturned their construction trailer, delaying but not stopping the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;A decade later, owner Everett Williams again made the California Burger available to Ann Arborites at Cafe Seven (see picture above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for A&amp;W, when I was in grade school it was a special treat to go there at night when we would sit in the back window of the car and watch people jumping on trampolines at the Ann Arbor Gymkana which was located right behind the drive-in. Later we enjoyed going there to look at the cute car-hops, but the most popular waitress was a grandmother who worked there for years and gave such great service that she ended up getting a bigger tip than the young cuties&lt;br /&gt;did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In interviews Bob Seger has said that the Ann Arbor A&amp;amp;W was the inspiration for his hit song "Night Moves," and a plaque recognizing that fact now adorns the wall of the muffler shop that occupies the spot where the A&amp;W once stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides being almost right across the street from one another, the two drive-ins also had another connection. After Everett's closed, the owner Everett Williams sold the rights to the California Burger recipe to A&amp;amp;W owner Jerry Smith, so you could still get a Cali burger in Ann Arbor until the West Stadium A&amp;W closed in the 90s, and even after that at the Dexter A&amp;amp;W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115639485848613899?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115639485848613899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115639485848613899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115639485848613899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115639485848613899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/west-stadium-hang-outs.html' title='West Stadium hang-outs'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115639252504348134</id><published>2006-08-23T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:08:45.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth of the River Rats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/huron%20fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/huron%20fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huron High School fielded it's first football team in 1967. This picture of the squad appeared on the cover of the Huron Valley Ad-Visor, a weekly newspaper serving the Ann Arbor area at that time. Though common now, the technique used to take the picture was considered groundbreaking then in the field of photography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115639252504348134?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115639252504348134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115639252504348134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115639252504348134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115639252504348134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/birth-of-river-rats.html' title='Birth of the River Rats'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115630740320822504</id><published>2006-08-22T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:30:03.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Popsicle Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/popsicle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/popsicle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid growing up, one of the highlights of the day during the summertime was the arrival of the popsicle man. The guy who frequented our neighborhood in Ann Arbor for years was called The Big Mouse, and he quickly learned that stopping in front of our house each day meant a sure sale! We'd run into him around town too, at events like the Carnival or the Soap Box Derby. We even saw him at the State Fair in Detroit once! When the Big Mouse stopped coming around, the Good Humor Man - Jerry Poquette (pictured above) took his place. But the Big Mouse was my favorite, and I wrote a little poem about him a few years back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd hear the bells a-jingling and I knew I was in luck&lt;br /&gt;"Hey mom, can I have a dime? Here comes the ice cream truck!"&lt;br /&gt;Every day he'd come on by, pull right up by our house,&lt;br /&gt;Ann Arbor's favorite ice cream man, the guy we called "Big Mouse"&lt;br /&gt;What a deal on popsicles - 10 cents, or was it a nickel&lt;br /&gt;He had every flavor in the world it seems, except for pickle&lt;br /&gt;Where he got that silly name I guess we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;But he was a BIG deal to us, Mouse - where'd you ever go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115630740320822504?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115630740320822504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115630740320822504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115630740320822504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115630740320822504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/popsicle-man.html' title='The Popsicle Man'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115630517151871243</id><published>2006-08-22T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:52:51.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball at Yost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/cazzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/cazzie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/strack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/strack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 1973, Yost Ice Arena has been the home of the Michigan hockey team. A lot of memorable hockey games have been played there over the years, but nothing can compare to the last days of Michigan basketball at what was then called Yost Field House. When I started attending U-M basketball games as a toddler in the late 50s, fan interest was at an all-time low. The team usually finished at or near the bottom of the Big 10 standings, and you could literally walk in at game time and find a great seat at center court. But that all started to change when Bill Buntin arrived in the early 60s, and when Cazzie Russell enrolled the following year suddenly Michigan basketball was the hottest ticket in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to the frenzy was the fact that a) the athletic department sold way more tickets to the games than they had seats, and b) most of the tickets were general admission, meaning that you had to get there at least an hour before the start of the game to be sure you could even find a seat. I remember that my dad and I usually ended up sitting way up in the northwest corner behind the big steel girders, often in the very top row where you'd keep your coat on all game long, because the wind would come right through the ancient busted windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being shoulder-to-shoulder with your fellow fans for an hour or two before the game even started led to a rowdy atmosphere, and the Michigan team added to it by trying fancy dunk shots during warm-ups to get a reaction from the crowd. The fans would count out loud the number of dunks Michigan made until finally the last bench-warmer, who wasn't even tall enough to try a dunk, would lay the ball up, leading to catcalls and jeers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that it was an intimidating atmosphere for a visiting team to come into is putting it mildly. And during Cazzie's 3 years at Michigan coach Dave Strack's club would lose just one game at Yost. Ironically that loss is one of only three games that I can remember specific details about, along with a big win over Indiana when Michigan topped the 100-point mark (the antiquated scoreboards there only registered numbers with 2 digits), and Cazzie's last home game against Northwestern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115630517151871243?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115630517151871243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115630517151871243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115630517151871243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115630517151871243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/basketball-at-yost.html' title='Basketball at Yost'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115622428172542107</id><published>2006-08-21T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:24:41.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karmann Nature Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/karmann2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/karmann2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/karmann1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/karmann1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karmann Nature Center was not located in Ann Arbor but rather in Dearborn. But for hundreds of Ann Arbor Public School students in the sixties, it was one of our favorite places to go and 40 years later the memories are still strong. It was an 80-acre nature preserve on Ford Road owned by naturalist and conservationist Joe Karmann. Shortly after the Ann Arbor schools established it's Outdoor Education Program in the early 60s, Eunice Hendrix (pictured with Mr. Karmann above) and Bill Stapp met Karmann who agreed to let schoolchildren come on field trips to his property to learn about nature. We would go there at different times of the year to observe the changes in both the animal and plant life. The property included a woods of oak and hickory trees, a grassland, a swamp, evergreens and giant apple trees. I especially remember a trip there one winter when after spending a good amount of time exploring outside, we were invited into a small cabin where Mr. Karmann had built a fire and prepared hot chocolate for us. As we warmed up he showed us books and other artifacts having to do with nature that he kept there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he passed away in 1971, Mr. Karmann was successful in getting his land designated as a wildlife sanctuary by the Conservation Commission. For the next 30-plus years his son Norbert Karmann oversaw the property, but he passed away in 2004. As of now, what the fate of the beautiful Karmann Nature Center will be is unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115622428172542107?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115622428172542107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115622428172542107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115622428172542107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115622428172542107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/karmann-nature-center.html' title='Karmann Nature Center'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115579149503624445</id><published>2006-08-16T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:11:35.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/sonic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/sonic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/scottm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/scottm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally known as Chances Are, the Second Chance nightclub on East Liberty Street became THE place to hear great music in the 70s and 80s. I began frequenting the club when owner John Carver signed on to be one of the sponsors of my radio show, and the list of great artists who I had the opportunity to hear play there is a long one - Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis, Rick Nelson, Cheap Trick, George Thorogood, The Stray Cats and The Ramones just to name a few. But some of the best shows I saw there were done by local artists like the Romantics and Sonic's Rendezvous Band. The latter band was sort of an Ann Arbor super-group made up of former MC5 guitarist Fred Smith, ex-Rationals lead singer Scott Morgan, Stooges drummer Scott Asheton and bassist Gary Rasmussen from The Up. Pictured above are Fred "Sonic" Smith (top) and Scott Morgan (bottom)  performing on stage at Second Chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115579149503624445?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115579149503624445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115579149503624445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115579149503624445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115579149503624445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/chance.html' title='The Chance'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115578877139171328</id><published>2006-08-16T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:26:11.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride of the Pioneers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/phs%20band66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/phs%20band66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the mid-70s, every home Michigan football game has been sold out. Some would find it hard to believe that in the 50s and 60s the stadium was only about 2/3rds full for most games. One tradition during those days was to hold a high school "band day" at one of the early season games. Members of dozens of high school bands from around the state would sit in the usually unoccupied seats in the end zones and then would join Michigan's band on the field at halftime for a massive band show. Also, each year a couple of the high school bands were invited to put on their own show in the Big House after the game. In 1965 the Ann Arbor High School Band under the direction of Victor Bordo did just that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115578877139171328?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115578877139171328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115578877139171328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115578877139171328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115578877139171328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/pride-of-pioneers.html' title='Pride of the Pioneers'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115578486994860796</id><published>2006-08-16T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:21:09.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Root, root, root for my teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/greenlick.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/greenlick.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/geisler2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/geisler2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 60s and 70s I spent a lot of time in the summer watching softball games at Veterans Park. One of the powerhouse teams of the era was Geisler Plumbing which won back-to-back state titles in the late 60s. Four of my school teachers played on the team - Don Horning and Dick Dehn were gym coaches at Forsythe Junior High, Duane Black was my science teacher at Forsythe and Doug Horning taught Driver's Education at Pioneer High.&lt;br /&gt;Also pictured here is Jerry Greenlick who was our gym coach at Wines School. Prior to that he was a football coach at Tappan Junior High.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115578486994860796?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115578486994860796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115578486994860796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115578486994860796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115578486994860796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/root-root-root-for-my-teachers_16.html' title='Root, root, root for my teachers'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115570017434719707</id><published>2006-08-15T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:49:34.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Local politics, Sixties style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/pol.%20buttons.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/320/pol.%20buttons.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/bootsy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/320/bootsy.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/garris.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/320/garris.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/heusel.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/320/heusel.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The election of 1964 was a landslide victory for the Democrats, both nationally and locally (with a couple of exceptions). Riding LBJ's coattails to victory that November was an obscure undersheriff named Doug Harvey, as well as District 2 Congressional candidate Wes Vivian who surprised longtime GOP representative Robert Meader. Unable to capitalize on the Democratic tide that year was Ann Arbor's Neil Staebler. The former state Democratic party chairman was unable to defeat popular Republican Governor George Romney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Vivian ran for re-election in 1966 he was challenged by Marvin Esch who had bucked the Democratic trend two years earlier when he was elected to the State Legislature. Esch's campaign workers were out in force at every public event in '66 distributing hundreds of yellow and blue "Esch for Congress" indian hats to kids. Not exactly a politically correct move nowadays, but acceptable back then. Since I was a Vivian supporter, I went to work at home and constructed my own "Vote Vivian" indian hat, modeled in the above picture by our cat Bootsy. Esch won the election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in 1966, former Democratic Governor Soapy Williams ran for the Senate and appeared at the Ypsilanti 4th of July parade sporting his trademark green and white polka-dot tie. He lost the election to Republican Robert Griffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the more spirited races for the office of Mayor took place in the early 70s when incumbent Democrat Robert Harris squared off against maverick Republican Jack Garris. Garris had upset the hand-picked GOP candidate, Lou Belcher in the primary. A few years later Belcher would again run for mayor and would win. Garris' campaign was centered around his opposition to the rock concerts that were being held in West Park. Garris lived near the park, at the corner of Miller and Chapin, and was active in a neighborhood organization that opposed the concerts. Harris won the general election, and eventually a compromise was worked out with the concert venue being moved from West Park to Gallup Park. In addition to his brief but colorful political career, Garris is also remembered for his spectacular Christmas light displays at his house during the holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late 60s radio announcer Ted Heusel ran for and won a seat on the Ann Arbor school board. 3 years later he was re-elected by an overwhelming margin. Due to FCC equal time provisions, Heusel was forced off the air during the duration of the campaigns. After the results were in on election night he was interviewed on the air on his own station, calling the election a "great victory for radio."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115570017434719707?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115570017434719707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115570017434719707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115570017434719707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115570017434719707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/local-politics-sixties-style.html' title='Local politics, Sixties style'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115562450772603426</id><published>2006-08-14T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:48:27.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/src-5d.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/320/src-5d.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5th Dimension was a teen nightclub that opened in a former bowling alley in the mid-60s. It was located on Huron Street just west of downtown and featured mainly local acts like The Rationals and Bob Seger &amp;amp; the Last Heard, although such famous groups as The Who, The Yardbirds and The Jimi Hendrix Experience all performed there while touring. After the club closed the building was transformed again, this time into a popular restaurant called The Whiffletree. Several years later the building was destroyed by fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115562450772603426?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115562450772603426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115562450772603426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115562450772603426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115562450772603426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/5-d.html' title='The 5-D'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115552267986931208</id><published>2006-08-13T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T19:31:19.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heroes Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/gemini4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/400/gemini4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In early June of 1965, United States astronauts Edward White and James McDivitt piloted the Gemini 4 spacecraft on a successful 4-day mission. During the flight, White became the first person to walk in space. A few weeks later the 2 astronauts, both University of Michigan graduates returned to Ann Arbor where they were hailed as conquering heroes at a parade through the streets of downtown followed by a program of speeches on the U of M North Campus. This picture of the parade was taken from the corner of Huron Street and Fourth Avenue, looking west on Huron. After the parade we went to North Campus but the crowd there was so enormous that we were unable to even find a place to stand and take in the ceremony, let alone find a seat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115552267986931208?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115552267986931208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115552267986931208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115552267986931208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115552267986931208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/heroes-welcome.html' title='A Heroes Welcome'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115552064880856770</id><published>2006-08-13T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T18:57:28.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VP Ford &amp; The Optimist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/ford2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/320/ford2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/ford1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/320/ford1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May of 1974, then-Vice President Gerald Ford delivered the commencement address at U of M. Jim Linebaugh, a staff reporter for Pioneer High School's Optimist newspaper scored a real coup when he landed the only 1-on-1 interview with Mr. Ford during his visit to Ann Arbor. The interview was conducted at the Michigan League immediately following commencement which took place at Crisler Arena. Linebaugh arranged the interview through the office of University President Robben Fleming. It was just a short time later that President Nixon resigned and Ford took over the Presidency. I still vividly remember the day Ford was sworn into office, when from our home on the northwest side of Ann Arbor we could clearly hear the bells of the Burton Tower carillon sounding in celebration of a University of Michigan graduate becoming the leader of the free world. In addition to his duties at the Optimist, Mr. Linebaugh also worked as a disc-jockey. He was known on the local airwaves as Jim Michaels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115552064880856770?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115552064880856770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115552064880856770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115552064880856770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115552064880856770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/vp-ford-optimist.html' title='VP Ford &amp; The Optimist'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32677582.post-115551160023350894</id><published>2006-08-13T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T16:29:43.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LBJ visits Ann Arbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/1600/lbj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1309/515/320/lbj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spring of 1964, President Lyndon Johnson gave the commencement address at University of Michigan graduation ceremonies at Michigan Stadium. It was to become known as his Great Society speech. Here is a ticket used to gain admission to the event. Ann Arbor public school students were excused from morning classes that day so that they could attend the commencement. It was a very warm day late in May and one of my classmates suffered heat stroke at the stadium. Fortunately his father was a pediatrician and he was back in class before the end of the day. The President arrived and departed the area via helicopter. As we were heading back to our car afterwards, the chopper flew low over the intersection of Main &amp;amp; Stadium and LBJ waved to us before heading off to the airport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32677582-115551160023350894?l=annarborhistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/feeds/115551160023350894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32677582&amp;postID=115551160023350894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115551160023350894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32677582/posts/default/115551160023350894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annarborhistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/lbj-visits-ann-arbor.html' title='LBJ visits Ann Arbor'/><author><name>Jim Heddle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16650312029484789871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
