Reservoir Park, after hours, was certainly a great place.
As I've already mentioned here recently and in the past, it was easy to go around the barricades on foot or on motorcycle - and didn't seem to be a concern to borough officials as long as folks weren't leaving any messes (trash on the ground or tables, etc) or doing anything illegal such as underage drinking, etc.
Not only did I go there quite often with "young ladies", but a bunch of us from the Citizens who had cycles often stopped at East End for hoagies and pop before going to a pavilion near the back of the park after hours to eat and just socialize. It wasn't rare to see couples at another pavilion enroute - or someone already AT the one we used, so we just continued to another.
It seemed to me that certain young ladies had particular pavilions that each preferred. If any of you who reads this IS one of those young ladies - and know who I am - please state what pavilion you preferred, and chances are I will remember who you are (among other warm memories!).
I recall that once I joined the police force, I no longer went there after hours except occasional checks. However, for a while, we had a special "park patrol" duty that I often pulled.
One summer evening, while it was still quite daylight, I took a shortcut through the wooded area behind the basketball court off Reservoir Drive. There was a fallen tree in a small clearing there, and I observed a young couple in a passionate embrace and disarrayed clothing - a quite beautiful young lady whom I recognized - and ANOTHER quite beautiful young lady whom I recognized. :huh: :hail:
I simply reversed direction and let them go about their activities, but told a few folks (mostly other officers) about it soon after - omitting their identities.
In fact, just after that, the same evening, I ran into and was talking to 2 young nearby-resident lads who were brothers named Ardean and "Billy" Latchford. I would have loved to have told them - but they were like 10 and 12 at the time... :fogey:
So, Bill Latchford - now I HAVE told you about that, almost 30 years later. And NO, I still won't reveal the identities of any long ago fallen-log lovers.
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talk about embarrassed...Prior to this,just about everybody knew that ( what they called back then) a "very dirty" book had been published and was for sale on the bookshelves... and OMG 
there it was, in the YMCA bowling alley, right there on the seat, and within our reach, and within our eyesite. Our first glimpse at the cover of a dirty book, tsk, tsk, LOL. I don't remember how we bowled that night but our mind certainly wasn't on bowling... we were keeping track of who was opening that "dirty book" and reading something in it... tsk, tsk, ROFLOL !!!
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