Alan Mowbray Jr.

In 1952, I was eighteen and had just graduated from a technical training course at Keesler A.F.B. in Biloxi, Mississippi. Restless and underemployed, I anxiously awaited orders that would send me to the war in Korea. With a long weekend to burn and New Orleans temptingly close, I quickly checked the bus schedules. My parents upon hearing my plans urged me to visit an old friend of the family, Father Edward Murphy, whom they assured me, was a man who could introduce me to the city without letting it “corrupt” me.