I was born & raised in Rockport in the 50's through the mid 60's, some 50+ years ago. When I go back "home" now, it seems like time has forgotten Rockport, in many ways it still looks the same. As a young boy, it all seemed so big then, but now an hour of walking is all it takes. Its a quaint and rustic place and many, many pleasant memories come back to me, although at that time all I could see was getting away from there! Swimming (and almost drowning) in the Green River, riding the waves from the coal barges, many a summer day was spent in that water, or on the banks fishing. Oh, those were the days. This sleepy little town will always be just like I remember.
