Uncle Ed's Memoirs: I

Would you like to go back home, sweet home/Where the world and your friends are true/And down the lane to stroll again/Where mother waits for you?
I suppose each of us had that wish at one time or another, but that's another story. Anyhow, Domino Lane wasn't much of a lane: a rocky dirt road, maybe three quarters of a mile from Ridge Avenue down to Umbria Street. Long before my time, it ran down to the Schuylkill Canal at a place near the locks where the boatmen would gather and play dominos while waiting for the lockkeeper to let them pass through. Anyhow, that's what the older folks told me.