How Many Remember George Hamway? An Oneonta Original!
When I first came to Oneonta thirty years or so ago I first met George Hamway sitting in his old rust bucket of a truck on Southside.
Every town has their eccentrics. Folks that come in and out of our lives leaving a mark, usually small and almost unnoticeable marks, but still they register with those of us who are fellow travelers in life.
George was dirty and smelly but quirky in a charming way. He was always blowing kisses to the ladies and I don’t think he ever missed a passing car that he did not wave to. It seems that those “of a certain age” in Oneonta all have a George Hamway story.