Hey, there was a pretty good bake shop in the areas, too. Mmm. Along with the Zumbro cafe, which, sadly, no longer has chicken wild rice hash on their breakfast menu.
Way back in day, when I lived near France and 49th, during the summer, one could see bats swooping around the lights on a sign, feast on all the the insects attracted to the lights.
Wow, Dick really has some great self-control. I about died laughing when Dick talked about the "improved" pitching staff. Dick, however, didn't turn a hair.