Do You Have the Time?

Regarding my recent essay called "It was a night game", a loyal reader wrote and ask me why I just did not go downtown and wander the streets at 12 years old until it was time to attend the 8:00 P.M. game only eight hours later. Following the game at about 10:30 I could have walked the quarter mile to the bus stop and hoped the busses were still running that late. If the busses were still running that time of night, I could have rode home through the streets of Detroit till a

I was about 12 years old in the late 1950's. During the summer I would 0ccasionally go to a Detroit Tiger afternoon game with a buddy. We lived at the far corner of northwest Detroit. The trip to the stadium took about one hour by bus. It required taking two busses to what was then still called Briggs Stadium. The name was changed to Tiger Stadium in 1960. I called my friend and made plans to go to the game that afternoon. We would catch the bus at the corner of Greenfield an