STORIES / Okara’shòn:’a
Once-in-a-lifetime trip
My brother David and I did everything together. There used to be a creek that would run all the way from St. Isidore Road to the canal where the post office is today. There was a time when the creek was alive and flowed naturally. There were northern pike in that creek back then, you could see them by the protestant graveyard in the spring when it would flood.