It is June... the Summer of 1965. 

You.. and your mother and your father...
     and your brothers and sisters... are all packed tight in the back of a Chevy Cavelier station wagon.
     Luggage is tied to the top (there is no room for it inside).
               You are headed East... toward the brilliant white sandy beaches of the Florida Gulf Coast. 

               But right now... you are driving down a long stretch of two lane highway that runs from east New Orleans toward the Mississippi border
               along a thin, lowlying, fragile piece of land... a place that is know as The Rigolets.