The long Day, Towing the Old Lighthouse Boat
It was my first summer at the Lighthouse.The year was 1969. Many things come to mind when I recall those days. One of the fondest memories I have of that first summer was the friendship that I made with one of the boys. His name was Ricky Banning. Ricky came down to a lighthouse shortly after I did. He had been in some kind of trouble with the law up in the Dallas area. I never knew exactly what he had done. I suppose I never really cared. Ricky was a stout and chunky young man. He was a little older than me, he had dark hair, dark eyes, and he was fair skinned. Ricky was about 5 foot and 8 inches tall. I was pretty much Ricky's opposite. I was almost 6 feet tall, and lean. I had an olive complexion, blue eyes, and blond hair. Ricky was all about doing everything full blast, while I, though not exactly a wallflower, was a bit lower key. I will never forget my first encounter with Rickey. The day he arrived at the lighthouse, happened to be a big day. It was the day that w