One man's life is inside the Palestra
Dan Harrell knows every corner of the place, and he's happy to show it all
PHILADELPHIA -- His name was Landgrath. Or it might have been Landgreth. It's been a while, so the spelling is a little fuzzy.
At every game he stood at the same post -- on the corner of the court closest to the visiting benches at the Palestra.
This was back in the 1950s and '60s, when security guards wore uniforms similar to the state police, so Landgra(e)th looked pretty imposing, like the kind of guy who would gladly toss a gate-crasher back on the streets.
The kids knew ...
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