•October 19, 2016•
By Jerry L. Ginther
NP Columnist
The full moon was already high in the night sky as we exited the movie theater on the town square. Many of the kids had rides waiting for them, but I did not. I had walked to the theater in the evening twilight and knew I would have to walk home alone. The walk home for me was fairly long, probably a dozen or more city blocks, and only a couple of those were in the downtown area where the streets were well lighted. Once I crossed the main highway, there would be only a dim streetlight on each corner.
The era was the late 1950s, and folks in the small town of Sullivan, Ill. were not particularly concerned for their safety on the streets after dark. Otherwise, I would not have been allowed to go to the late night show. There was just no automobile at our house; it was walk or miss the fun.
As I started down the dark street with the lights of town behind me, I became more aware of the full moon and the poor visibility between the streetlights. The moonlight was just bright enough to cast some eerie, deep shadows along the streets, making every tree and bush a black formidable form to approach. Read More