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.

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.

By time we got to this spot we were freezing our asses off.

We went 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.