Thursday, July 4, 2019

My best friend Joe Thomason when he came to relieve me at the depot in Singer, Louisiana, in 1954

The next year, we were driving from different directions to Beaumont where we were learning International Morse so we could travel the world on great ships. We were both in zombie states from exhaustion. Then he started coughing up blood in Dequincy and ended up in a state warehouse for tuberculars out toward Texas from Shreveport.

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