Huh. That's kind of small-world odd.
Mikey, you're roughly my dad's age, and spent time in my hometown just before I was born. (He was oddly enough at about the age I am now)
But really, anyone who flunked out of JCC, known to the locals as JHS'/SWCS' 13th grade, I don't think I'd like anything to do with you either.
Jamestown, NY, good place to not be, as you've figured out by relocating to Pennsylvania!
Ask your dad if he knew Dwayne Bowles. Dwayne was my friend, the guitar player in my band and we were house mates. Dwayne was murdered by a guy named Brian in 1985. Brian came into the house (I wasn't there, I'd just moved to Virginia), shot Dwayne, his friend since childhood, and killed him. For no reason at all
Brian tried to kill the rest of the roommates, all childhood friends of his too. They jumped out the 2nd floor window and ran away.
Brian left and drove to an all-night diner, ordered a cup of hot coco, drank it slowly. Then calmly asked the waitress to use the phone. Called 911, said "I've just killed a satanist punk rocker, come arrest me." He went quietly with the cops when they arrived.
It all sounds like something out of a friggin' movie, but it's all true. I'm sure your dad at least heard about it, it was HUGE news in Western New York.
One of my professors at "JHS 13th grade" even wrote a book that mentions all this. Book is called "The Satanic Panic":
Jamestown = good place to not be.
-- MWD, about as geographically and mentally as far from Jamestown as one can be and still be an American.