TWO YOUTH GANGS, Growing Up Pittsburgh
Stevans, Andrew L.
The large red brick of the firehouse loomed up in front of him. The side door at the back was ajar. The young boy looked left and right and saw no movement. He nonchalantly walked across the street, slipped silently through the narrow opening and into a hallway. There was a far-off sound of men's voices, coming from the front near the fire engine. No one was in the recreation room. There were a few empty bunks and a window overlooking dozens o...