Pic: April 1962, 1929 Broadway, NOLA
David (4 1/2) & Keith (3) in front of house ....
As a Y'Y ("Young ' Yat") - about 8 y/o, I got mad at my parents about not being able to go to the Prytania Theater for a movie with my buddies, since I had done poorly on my report card at Holy Name of Jesus Catholic School in Uptown New Orleans
So I told Mom and Dad that I would run away.
They wisely let me whine a lot and even saw me pack up a little luggage container with some clothes and wished me well as I went off of our front porch to catch the Broadway Bus in front of our house that bordered Spruce St.
After about 5 minutes when the RTA Bus approached the intersection, I slyly looked back to my house to see if my parents were worried about me, and I had one of those cool RTA tokens in my hand ready for the excursion to who knows where.
Mom and Dad were not on the porch ... and I was too embarrassed to get on the bus as the driver asked me, "So young lad, where are you running away to?"
I laughed. I got angry my parents from time to time for restricting me or not going somewhere because of a change in plans, but never thought of running away. It's interesting to see how serious you were until you realized that your parents were teaching you a lesson. Smart parents like mine.
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Pic: April 1962, 1929 Broadway, NOLA
