By Beth Urech
For the Las Vegas Optic
We used to imitate Bug Bunny’s Brooklyn accent when we watched Looney Tunes at the Saturday afternoon movie show.
Those were the days! My dad would fill up the station wagon and schlepp a carload of us kids from Wildwood Park to downtown Fort Wayne, Ind. After buying our tickets, we would hover around the concession counter.
Would Bobby Keegan buy Milk Duds? Maybe Rusty Mackay would gaze in my direction as he purchased an Almond Joy.