Grew up there, left in 70 also. Won’t go any closer than Franklin to visit my aunt. Best thing my dad did was to get us out of that sh*thole.
My Dad, too.
It was a great place to grow up, though. All of my Uncles were cops and firemen or worked for Miller Brewing.
Family gatherings always included plenty of beer and ‘feats of strength’ long before Frank Costanza invented Festivus, LOL!