It was a warm autumn night. The lights of the football stadium were visible from all around our community. Even the bellowing, baritone voice of Wildcat play-by-play announcer “Boneyard” Bob Johnston could be heard from the back porch of my house, so that there was not even the need for a radio to keep up with all of the touchdowns being scored by Head Coach Scott Smith’s football machine.
While listening to Boneyard Bob urge fans to take their dented Dodges and banged-up Buicks to Herb’s Paint & Body Shop, I drifted off to sleep.