This is my 30th or 31st book in my ongoing journey. It is my style to select subjects from history that I enjoy writing about. This story, I call all my books “stories”, – this story happens to fit keenly with one of my “gratitudes.” Since my adolescent years, I have always been grateful to be born to an era that I liken a two-headed coin. On one side is a past that was practically nonexistent of “technology.” As a tyke, I was aware of the Eastman Brownie camera that was a box, AM Radios were large pieces of furniture that had tubes that burned out, the Candlestick telephone had party lines that I was not permitted to use, etc. As a teenager I learned to type on Royal and Remington typewriters, and I drove a Cushman motor-skooter, and three days a week I “pushed” a push-lawnmower.August 6 and 9, 1945 – the world was aware of the Atom Bomb.Returning home from military service in Korea and I enjoyed the Hit Parade on my new boxy TV that operated with tubes, and watched the skies as Sputnik passed through the heavens in 1959.Then, in 1963 I got involved with computer technology and watched the industry evolve into many shapes, speeds, and performances. I have since given up on keeping pace. I learned to appreciate each new invention and was pleased to be aware that I had a two-headed coin that all those born for hundreds of years before me would never get to know. Nor would those who will be born in decades and centuries to come know what my early years were about.Roads and AutomobilesI was there when gutters were held together with wooden planks, roads were covered with oyster or clam shells. I was there when Huey Long was building his “Miracle Mile” from Airline Highway to Tulane Avenue in New Orleans. I road or drove the shell road to the Gulf Coast from New Orleans on many weekends. The traffic was so heavy and the heat with car windows down was sometime unbearable when moving bumper to bumper along Lake Catherine and Chef Menteur.