My alma mater turns into a leftist re-education camp
When my father proudly mentioned to one of his colleagues that his firstborn child had just been accepted to Bryn Mawr College, he responded: “Let’s hope she doesn’t stop shaving her underarms.”
When my father proudly mentioned to one of his colleagues that his firstborn child had just been accepted to Bryn Mawr College, he responded: “Let’s hope she doesn’t stop shaving her underarms.”
Regular readers of my weekly columns know that I write about a cross-section of issues, from politics to good eating, insurance issues, heroes, the joys of living in the country, and even who I think killed JFK.
A few days ago, my wife and I were taking our evening almost-senior-citizen power stroll, and the subject of Hooters came up. Yes, Hooters. And I’ll tell you why (even if you wish I wouldn’t).
Hot peppers bring tears to my eyes, but so does a family anecdote from my young adulthood.
Today you would have to dig through more than ten feet of silt to find any remnant of the Bayou Chene community that once flourished in the middle of the Atchafalaya Basin.
B.I. Moody’s life was a panorama of postwar America
As talk builds about whether Joe Biden is mentally and physically capable of withstanding a re-election campaign or serving another four years, it’s only be a matter of time before the most difficult of conversations with the president will occur.
So, now the fuzzy purple critter isn’t the only “grimace” I’ll associate with the McDonald’s chain.
The celebration of Rayne’s Old Spanish Trail Day on September 23 is a reminder of how important that roadway (essentially the old Hwy. 90) was to south Louisiana, and also of the town’s connection to a significant bit of OST history.
I was paying my bill at the local supermarket here in Baton Rouge when the lady at the cash register asked me, “Are you going to the game in Tiger Stadium Saturday night?” I paused for a minute, then told her: “I think my days going to Tiger Stadi