This is the Cazenovia bridge. We
would sometimes hang out underneath it.
This spot we used to call the rocks. I remember one summer night hanging out
with my buddy Scott. We met these older chicks. We turned them on to hard
cider and they ended up making out with us. I remember another wild time
skipping school with my buddy Ralph, and he had some very strong weed. We
met some girls from West Seneca and they were also skipping school. We got
sooooo stoned that we couldn't handle it. We ended up giving the hole bag of
pot to the West Seneca chicks and we walked to this other park (Indian Park)
and we laid in the grass praying to Jesus to please bring us down.
A little on the dark side. This is
the Caz park casino. We used to hang out here sometimes, sing The Beatles
(Something that we loved to do) and party the night away. In the back ground is
the open field that was perfect for Frisbee throwing in the summer. In the 70's,
the open field was used for Rock Concerts on Friday nights. I even remember one
of the bands that played - The Bags.
spot was on the other side of the creek, the jock side. I'm standing in front of
Stone Bridge, another famous Caz Park party place in the late 60's, early 70's.
There was even a bar named after it on the corner of Seneca and Weyand Streets.
The bridge is no longer there and the spot is all buried up, and the bar is also
This was another great party spot. From this spot we would sit on that stone
bench behind me. You could sit either way, facing the falls and the creek or
face the other way and watch the baseball games. This is the spot where I
met my friend Paul. He was sitting there playing his guitar and I had a set
of drums. I went up to him and asked him if he wanted to start a band. We
went back to my house and started blasting out the neighbors! The first song
we played was "25 Or 6 To 4" (Chicago). We named our band CaZ, after Caz Park.
This is where I want to say we
spent most of our partying time at Caz Park. The fire hydrant. It was located at
the end of the open field by the creek. If you look behind me you can see the
creek. All we had to do was run down to the path by the creek and make our
escape if the cops decided they wanted to try and bust us.
Dr. Tim, does make park calls.
This was the back of the Shelter House. We hung, partied, threw the Frisbee and
sometimes even played doctor at this spot.
Who stole our beer Billy! I'm
pointing to the place where my buddy Bill and I had our cheap beer ripped off on
a hot summer day. The darkened spot that I'm pointing to was a little stream
that fed it's way into Caz Creek. Caz park pool water that is... when they
drained the pool, this is where the water came out of and made it's way to
the creek. It made such a nice place to put the beer to keep it cold. One
day, Bill and I stuck two 6 packs in there and went up to the open field to
toss the Frisbee. When we returned...the beer was gone! We went on a man
hunt all over the park to try and find the bandits, but no luck. We then had
to dig deep in our pockets and chip in on a quart of cheap beer. Back then,
a quart of beer was better than no beer.
This is the Cazenovia Bridge and during the summertime we used to jump off
this bridge into the creek. And sometimes the fisherman would get mad at us.
we got to this spot we were freezing our asses off.
inside and I instantly started getting Cazenovia park library flash backs. That
bookshelf smell, that big picture window that overlooked the park...the lighting
was the same... that little door to the right as you walk in that went down
stairs to where you could watch a 16mm movie was the same... even the table and
chairs seem to be in the exact same places. It was so neat to go inside cold and
let the heat of of the library warm us up. Sometimes at night (when the library
was closed), we would sit on the steps and hang out. With all respect to our
library, we never broke a window, never defaced it. It has to be one of the
coolest little libraries on the planet.