Nana: One time, on Eutaw Avenue, an ambulance was speeding by the house and a drunk jumped out the back while it was moving. I don’t remember… what happened next…
Wrong Way Polando
Nana: “I was 9 years old when Lindbergh crossed the Atlantic there… My father had a friend John Polando… He was supposed to be flying to Ireland. He got lost so they called him ‘Wrong Way Polando.'”