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sudden, the western sky lit. up toward New Orleans which gave during the first seconds the effect of a brilliant light from an atomic blast. My blood ran cold. All my father and I could do was to look questionably at one another before rushing inside to the television set. Puzzled, the television station was on the air and later it was reported that a meteorite had hit Earth somewhere in the Louisiana marshes. But for those first brief seconds we knew that New Orleans had been targeted.
Our neighbors were the Tonglets', the Mcevoy's, Miss Rita, Miss Thelma, and Mr. George, and the Riecker's. They were all interesting and substantial . There were many others but. their names have faded in my memory. Their faces and lives have not.
My father's some time fishing buddy was Gilbert Tosso, Sr. I remembered going on several fishing trips with him and my father to Bayou Caddy in the dead of the winter months, and it was indeed cold on that bayou. Another was Henry Boesch of Waveland. They were all fine people and sadly, they are all now gone.
My old boyhood friends, whom I often think of, were Wayne Rupp, Richard Saber, George Hill, Doug Moran, and Robert Nall.
In .1958 we moved to Pass Christian to be on "higher ground" where I make my home.
These thoughts are but. a touch at the surface of my heart.
There are mny others just as interesting.