Our apartment was on Osmun street. I'd venture to say that Osmun was one of the longest streets in the whole city. It ran from Woodward Avenue going east until it ended up as a dirt road at a small lake known unofficially as Bare Ass Beach. Just south of B.A.B was a city park known as Murphy Park. The park was mainly a hang-out for drunks and kids skipping school. The city had several nice parks but Murphy was I guess what you'd call a "Stepchild" because of it's location. 

Pontiac, society wise, was divided up along invisible boundaries according to  income and profession. Blue collar factory workers occupied the east and south side. The west side was mostly professional people. North side was where the Pontiac Motors complex was located .This was a big place covering many acres, There was a large residential area that butted right up against the Pontiac plant. This part of town was growing and spreading further north toward Lapeer county. Mainly caused by people that were moving from the south and east sides of town as their financial fortunes improved.

The Osmun street area intermixed with several industrial sites, the biggest was the GMC Truck Plant.  In fact there was three small factories near our home. One place was owned by the Webb Coal and Lumber Company. Webb made cement blocks at a site on the corner of Osmun and Paddock streets. They also had a coal yard at the same location. Berry Garage Door Company had a plant on Allen street just off the intersection of Osmun and Jessie. The demand for garage doors and cement blocks must have been pretty high because both places ran twenty four hours a day and six days a week. I would learn to tune the Barry plant noise out because it was pretty bad during warm weather with all the plant doors open.

If I'd be asked what plant I liked considering the negative impact of the noise and smoke not to mention the extra traffic in the neighborhood, it would be the Whizzer plant. Whizzer built a varity of motor bikes. Little two and three horsepower jewell's that set your imagination and day dreaming machinery to running at a terrific pace. A mental state that would get me in a bit of trouble before my first summer in Pontiac was over.