His name was Owen Baggerly, and we called him blossom. He lived near Central Park and was the custodian at Oneida Junior High School on Oneida Street in 1959. I was a student there at the time. Blossom was one of my biggest fans when I was playing basketball for Linton. He came to most of my games. Blossom always sat in the bleecher section at the far end of the gym, and I sat with him during the junior varsity game, waiting for the start of my game. Blossom often sensed that I was a bit nervous before my game. He would look over at me and say, “what the h_ _ _ are you so nervous about, your game ain’t even started yet.” I thought it was hilarious.