Those of you that know me know that I grew up at 1576 Taylor and lived there from 1952-1976. People from that era, remember when many of the buildings in the neighborhood were still heated with coal? In my memory I can still hear the coal chunks rattling off the trucks, down the choots, through the basement windows, piled up by the furnaces below. Then after the coal was consumed in the furnaces, the building supers would dump the ash into galvanized cans and line them up by the curb to be hauled off for disposal. There was a story that was part of neighborhood folklore, I never did find out if it was true or not, but the story went that Stratton parkers were gang-fighting with a rival neighborhood who had the audacity to cruise into our neighborhood during the turf war. The group protecting SP had hauled a full ash can up to a roof of one of the buildings and dropped it directly onto the cruising gangbangers to protest this sign of disrespect.
As I recall, these coal furnaces were converted to oil. Though 1976 was the last time I lived in a dwelling using heating oil, my memory can still vividly smell the stench of an unloading oil truck too. Its funny how certain smells, sounds and sights stay forever entrenched in the memories of our youth.