My first recollections of Dodger Stadium were sitting in the Stadium Club with my mom. Since my dad was working in the Spanish Kitchen, she had access to that place. Inside was a huge stuffed polar bear. I remember the conventions going into the night, but only vaguely. Most of my conventions after this were in Amarillo, TX. Yuck!
I loved the old days. As someone else said they were seemed free and real. A few ears ago I went to Long Beach, and walked around the grounds. I was in shorts and a t-shirt, and when I was asked about my presensein that state of dress, I simpl replied that I had already had my convention, and that I was in southern California on vacation. I told the elder that when I saw all the brothers and sisters, I just wanted to see the kingdom joy that we as Jehovah's people have when we are together. He bought it and left me alone. I was shocked that I could fall backj into the mindless mantras with little effort. However, I digress. At this convention I was struck by the total control that the Societ now has on the R&F. There were none of the smiling faces that I remember from my teenage years. There seemed to be no conversation going on, and this was during the lunch break. What a change.