I’m from Beaumont and certainly knew of Jack Brooks.
He was just a part of the scenery down there—sort of like being elected for life.
Beaumont and surrounding areas were made up of mostly union workers-—in the oilfields, paper mills, etc. I had to actually leave Beaumont before I realized that you can’t actually see air. Pollution was a way of life.
We had the oil refineries and chemical plants on one side of town, and the Evadale paper mill on the other. (If you’ve never smelled the fumes from a paper mill, you haven’t lived—LOL!)
It has, of course, been cleaned up greatly by now—but it’s still a great place to be FROM, if you get my drift. (Just kidding—I had a wonderful childhood growing up in Beaumont.) I don’t have much reason to go back these days, as my parents have been long gone, and even most of my classmates at dear old French High School are in the graveyard, too.
That was the class of 1955, btw.
After growing up in Beaumont back in the 1960’s,
I didn’t trust air that I couldn’t see.
When I left Beaumont, I had to start smoking.