Memories of the Greyhound Track.
Memories of the Greyhound track, on the occasion of the tracks razing. In the late 1980’s My father worked the parking lot security there. He would patrol the parking lot to keep people from breaking into the cars parked in the lot. He also escorted people out that had worn money to their cars. His girlfriend was a cashier there. My father was retired, and did the security for extra money. He and I both worked kennel security. He worked the day shift, and I worked the overnight shift. That consisted of sitting in your own vehicle and checking the area around and inside the kennel It was an easy job. The hardest part was staying awake. One night I came on at 8pm instead of 11pm, and was paid for the 3 hours by the mid shift guy cause he had something to do. I ended up there until 1pm the next day. I worked a double plus the three. I went home tired, and found a note on the door that said everyone was at Yuma Regional Medical Center, with my sister having my...