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The Neighborhood Gang

A Tale of Fifteen Friendships from the Seventies, a Decade of  Change.

Taking off our shoes, we stepped onto the sands of our once-upon-a-time.


The Neighborhood Gang is a tale of fifteen friends growing up together in the seventies in a small, coastal, blue-collar town in Massachusetts called Weymouth. There were no movie stars in this gang or slick, funny scripts for day-to-day life in the neighborhood. However, there was friendship, drinking, drugs, music, and love. In short, it’s the true story of a group of kids who chose a unique brand of friendship.​ 

And so, our story begins…

~ trace

Fifty-plus years ago, I was thirteen and a little unsteady as the seventies approached. With my friends Joe and Jim, I left the sanctuary of childhood, the sixties, and Frank Rd. and started the long journey into the seventies and young adulthood. Drugs, booze, music, sweet music, and girls were just over the horizon.

Innocence of Guilt

Fired, retired, kick out, booted out, thrown out, drummed out, axed, sacked, and just plain ousted you get the picture now former detective Scott Crownover was no longer part of the San Francisco P.D. in case you didn’t understand.

Bills were piling up like dog shit in the living room. So, any job was a job. The job seem to be a perfect twenty-one ace and king hung out on the table easy scratch for just proving guilt of an already guilty man. “So why didn’t I see the train rushing down the track right at me?” Because as my old man always said about me  I’m a dumb ass.

This joint stinks but it’s where I needed to be. It was the last stop on an endless stops through the slums dive bars of this toilet city Discovery Bay I was now at the bottom of the barrel Eddie’s Place but this was the joint kinda of felt like home to me.  And this is where I found the dame L.J. Short for Lucky Jeannette or so they say.


She was a size 6 stuffed into a size 4 dress and she looked good. Armed with a pair of 32-DDD’s she was out hunting for bear, and I was hoping I was the bear. But everyone in this dingy joint hoped they were bears. What pack of drunks and losers this bunch was but weren’t we all.

This dame had the information I needed, innocence or guilt. Right now, I didn’t really care Lucky Jeannette was just warming up on stage and this pack of drunks drooling like me were letting her know they wants a slow show.

Courtship of Paul's Father

As a small child I used to run to the Television set on I think it was Tuesday nights (hard to remember after all these years) and sit quietly as my family and I watched the Courtship Of Eddie s Father. I always thought quietly to myself how cool it would be. A single dad raising a smart kid and secretly wished for just that life.


Little did I know that on that cold early morning in February 1991 a chain of events was happening that would forever change the life of me and a little eight-year-old boy who over these many years I have grown to love more each day. I am ever so proud to call this child my son. I love him more than life itself. This story is for you, my son.


So that you realize how brave you have been and how proud I am that you have overcome so much. As we continue our journey thru life together.


And so, our story begins………Dad


The Curse of Sarah Gwen

Early in 1692, hysteria began to afflict a small village in Northern Massachusetts called Salem. It all started when a group of women began to display bizarre behavior. The tight-knit community was at a loss to explain the convulsive seizures, blasphemous screaming, and trance-like states that affected the woman. Local physicians called to examine the woman was at a loss and could find no natural causes for the disturbing behavior. The local clergymen called it witchcraft.

On a cold February morning in the year of our lord 1692, the small village of Salem committed a  horrible atrocity steaming from fear, bigotry, hatred, and ignorance.

Many innocent men and women were burned alive during the Salem Witch Trials.


The innocent were dead and had no recourse for justice ~

                                         The guilty, well, that's another story.

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