The Bully Gang 1967

A story from my youth

1967: THE BULLY GANG STORY
True Story by Ed Camelot    
Well there was that day, in Spring I guess it was, we were living in Hazeldean since about 1960, we had come to find the kids west on the block, were a kind of unlikable, disagreeable sort, ie always throwing stones and wrecking things and punching folks and just your regular bully types, for whatever reason, and it was sort of a gang of bullies too, of various ages, that would regularly terrorize.
Well one day, I walked down the alley to the North East to Tom Bs place and saw, as I passed the garage, the bullies had been put to work by Toms dad, cleaning up the mud mess that they had made of Toms big garage door. I guess it had rained and for fun? Or so, they thought, they, the bullies, had plastered the garage door with balls of mud till there was hardly any clean door to be seen.
Well as I walked by, I gave them a wide berth, as they were unpredictable and a mean sorts and would do who knows what, but my younger brother, who walked by a bit later, had not been so thoughtful or lucky and about 4 of them had jumped him and taken his pants belt off him, where upon he came running up to us, sitting there on Toms patio , in a crying humiliated fit.
Well getting the story off him eventually, between his tears and sobs, I guess I blew a fuse and without thinking to much about it, I defiantly marched back to the South West, to the front of the South facing garage door and demanded my brothers belt back from these 7 hoodlums, who had stolen it.
Well not sure who was in more shock though then, them at having this lone mouse, me, telling them what to do, or me, the mouse, looking at myself in this impossible situation, I was now in.
Well needless to say they shortly grabbed me and started with the beating and trying to take my belt off too but I would have none of it and sort of went through this incredible hulk transformation or whirling dervish change, with and where my fists and feet were flying, as I whirled about hitting fleshy real estate wherever I could.
This went on for about 3 or 4 minutes or so and not sure if the Lord intervened or what, but I must have made some kind of impression or ? On the head bully, as he strangely, calls off his troops and gives me back my brothers belt,
And thus me, with mussed locks and a few bruises and I guess somewhat perplexed myself, defiantly  strolls back to Toms patio, watching my back, with my brothers belt and didn't say much, as I handed it back to my young brother.
Not that it made much dif to their, the bullies behavior, in the future or so it seemed, as they continued to be a neighborhood nuisance.
But for one shining moment that day, justice and ? prevailed and my brothers shame and loss was overturned.