I remember taking the Central Terminal bus from City Hall to the Terminal. I went to Mount Mercy , lived on Loepere near Broadway , and went downtown almost everyday to meet my friends from other high schools. We would stay at the terminal to have hot chocolate and smoke cigarettes in the bathroom. I still see the terminal everyday from the dock at the Post Office. My curfew was 10 P.M. and I always looked at the clock on the terminal to make sure I would be home on time. It is ironic because my starting time at the Post Office is 10 P.M.
