That’s how Coon Creek became Trunk Creek. It is worth noting that the Osage Indians who were native to the area did actually believe that those woods were enchanted and that some of the spirits that lived there were shadowy specters not to be messed with.
Lloyd McMasters smoked a cigarette and watched the moms come and go from the Toulouse Public Library. Most of them were young, which he liked, and wearing short shorts, which he also liked. Nothing like tanned legs from days spent at the public pool or at their kiddies’ Little League games. When the moms spotted him they would mother-hen their brats close, keeping their eye on the longhaired greaseball in ragged bellbottoms, a guy their age who clearly missed the memo that the Sixties were over. Yes indeed, the days of peace and love and
