Anonymous
If you grew up on Eastridge or Westridge roads in the 1950s, the Firor home was like a big neighborhood clubhouse.
Dot Firor was warm and kind to all the neighborhood kids....sort of like an assistant mother if you needed one.
But downstairs, down there in one of those rooms built in the basement, stood the most amazing and memorable thing one eight-year old had ever witnessed: An entire separate refigerator, always filled with nothing but Co-Colas (as we pronounced the name at the time and usually still do).
Nobody else Cascade Heights had a whole refrigerator full of Co-Colas!
A cold Coke, after baseball on the Firor back lot on a hot summer day, always has been the first thing that has come to mind through the years when I've thought of Dot Firor.
It's a great memory, Mrs. Firor.##imported-begin##Steve Vaughn##imported-end##