![]() At the time, decayed buildings stood rotting on both sides of the road, and nearby were the ladies who hung out around the My Club and Clover’s. On those evenings, our travels always seemed to take us over the Main Street Bridge that connects the downtown district to Center Wheeling. Instead it was a movie, maybe Rax, Pizza Inn, or DiCarlo’s, and maybe even some parking up at Oglebay.īut some nights we ventured to Tony’s Pizza, a delicious eatery serving pie similar to DiCarlo’s but still different enough to provoke the occasional trek to South Wheeling. And we were curious, too, because in those days the consensual “home run” wasn’t part of the game plan when we went on dates. The rumor was that they would go all the way for $40, or give you something different for $20, but that was in the 1980s, when I was in high school. Great hair, bright smile, and a giggly immaturity that had to be as obvious as the reason they were standing on the corner wearing a top-and-skirt combo that left little to the imagination. Just seemed polite even though they probably thought I was being a bratty kid making fun. ( Writer’s Note: This is the third in a series of stories that will concentrate on the organized-crime scene in and around Wheeling during the past century.) ![]() ![]() WARNING : This article contains explicit language and subject matter that is not suitable for children. ![]()
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