Keith Franklin

We were all friends.  There wasn’t any battles, internal battles or whatever.  Pep rallies were just -- all the kids would come to it.  We had parents that were -- back then you couldn’t give money to kids or do stuff, so somebody like Mr. [Phipps?], who owned the local dry cleaning business, rugs and stuff -- I don’t know if you remember him or not, but he would donate all the soft drinks, the Coca-Cola drinks after the football games.  We would always get that.  And then somebody else -- I can’t remember his name -- he supplied all the nabs and potato chips and stuff like that.  And then University Market up there on the alley where the pool hall was, right around the corner, that lady, she’d always have these big apples.  And so the girls, your girlfriend, or the cheerleaders would go -- or your sister or somebody would go and buy those big apples so that after the football game, they would come down and give them to you on the field when you were walking back up to the locker room.  And so it was always kind of a neat feeling that you got an apple, a big one from University Market.  It would be in your helmet, your dirty, old, sweaty helmet, but you’d be walking off the field with it.