Just When Things Were Going Good

Nanette and I went back to Taylor. Yes, I know, going back there when things go wrong is getting old. I try to explain it in Chapter 50. But for someone who swore he would never go back when he left for the Air Force, I have broken that promise many more times than I ever thought I would. A "real" marriage took place within a few days of our coming back. Nanette was busy getting used to the culture shock of finding herself in the Deep South and I went looking for a job. I found one in a newspaper in a town called Bunkie. I found a tacky apartment and worked for two weeks before moving Nanette down with me, and although she never said anything, I just know her stay in the Bolton house in Taylor was anything but pleasant.

But we were together again. We found a little house and moved out of the apartment as soon as we could and things were going along very well. I liked my job at the Bunkie Record, I liked the publisher, Jim Levy and I even liked the little town of Bunkie. I was beginning to like my life a lot also. This was something very new for me. Although I didn't go around with a frown on my face all the time, my life up until then had not been such a stellar one. Foolishly, I was beginning to share the picket fence mentality with Nanette. I was beginning to believe it could actually be ours if we only put our mind to it and worked hard. I was a hard worker and always have been when I was doing what I liked to do. The Linotype machine opened up so many more doors for me that would not have been there had I not learned the trade.

Sigh. Drat. Crapolla. All of my wonderful thoughts were dashed the day Jim Levy came up to me as I was sitting at the Linotype and said he needed to see me in his office. When I walked through the door of that office I was rousted, handcuffed and hustled off to the Avoyelles Parish Prison in Alexandria, a town about forty miles north of Bunkie. Parole violation! I had not thought about the possibility of going back to prison for some time. I had been happy and I shoved it all aside into the furthest corners of my mind. One thing struck me immediately as they were leading me out of the newspaper.

My mother turned me in.

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