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MICKEY AND TOMMY CUCULLU
skiffs. Sometimes the older boys would play tricks on the old man, but the younger children adored him. When he was sick, Yvonne's mother would bring him food to eat, but when he offered her coffee she would politely refuse because of the filthy condition of his dishes. Following the 1947 Hurricane, rescuers found him stranded atop a large tree.
In the 1950's, I made the wisest investment of my career when I purchased a small cottage on Bayou Boisdore in Pass Christian Heights. In addition.to all of the great times I had at this cottage whictf I called my castle, I had the great fortune of meeting my future wife for the first time. Unknown to me, her mother and my mother had been very good friends in high school but had not seen each other for many years. To my delight, my family and the Vinet family happened to attend Mass in Pass Christian at the same time. I was introduced to Yvonne after Church and it was love at first sight; for my part anyway.
I	am telling the story about my cottage because I want to emphasize what insidious harm pollution has done to this area. From my porch on the Bayou, we could see porpoises passing by. We caught redfish and speckled trout from my pier and	in one weekend
we caught 12 dozen crabs with three nets. In the fall we could cast for shrimp and catch enough for a good meal. If only we could bring back these days; and we can, given proper leadership and help from Local, State and Federal Governments.
Because of the fear of flooding, I	sold my little
castle the year before Hurricane	Betsy hit the
Coast. It's a good thing I did. Water was ten feet inside the house. Another reason why I sold; the porpoises were gone, the crabs were gone, swimming in the Bayou was dangerous and fishing was very poor.
My little cottage has now been remodeled into a beautiful house with a fireplace and rugs on the floor and a very large yacht parked at my (I wish) pier.
Lets all pray that a Bay St Louis Cleanup Commission will be formed, imitating the Lake Pontchartrain Cleanup Commission in New Orleans. Bring back the good old days and we wont need gambling to fill our coffers.
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