Mr. Ronald “Rip” Cannaday has provided material for some of my past columns. This week, he’s a guest columnist, relating a memory from his time as a young man living in Tullos. Mr. Cannaday has been called Rip ever since the early 1940s. He says, “Back then, if I got close to a barb wire fence, I’d rip my overalls, so my daddy, Don Cannaday, gave me the name Rip.” Thumbing a Ride to the Louisiana Hayride by Rip Cannaday When I saw the obituaries of Willie (W.F.) Long on June 30 and Earl K. Long on July 19 of this year, it brought back so many memories of the Long family. In the 1940s, our family and the Long family lived in eastern Winn Parish, right across Castor Creek from Tullos. Later the Long family moved over to town. Then in 1952, our family, the Cannadays, moved to Tullos, too. Earl K. was a brother to Speedy O. Long, and sometimes we would take Speedy’s car, a new 1951 Chevy, and drive it back out to Winn Parish to his grandparents’ place (Mr. and Mrs. Will Pendarvis). We’d pick up milk and eggs and whatever else they wanted to send back to town. Chuck was a baby back then. I remember the other Long children, Steve, Willa, Sarah, Sally and Joanna (Beth). After we got to LaSalle High School, I knew Earl K.’s wife, Sissy Cornwell.