Some years ago I received a copy of an account written by Montfurt Hull of Baton Rouge describing his encounter with one of the most colorful men in south Louisiana.
I confess to employing the occasional half-truth.
In order to keep conversations moving (and save face), I sometimes mumble, “Sort of” when someone queries, “You know where ol’ (fill-in-the-blank) lives, don’t you?
It’s a sure harbinger of the season when sandwich-board “We Buy Pecans” signs begin to appear in front of feed ’n’ seed and little grocery stores across south Louisiana. They remind me of days spent crawling through the yard when I was a kid, and also makes me begin to hanker for pralines.
As more Americans can do their jobs from any remote location, a trend has been to relocate from urban and suburban areas to lower-cost, rural areas, according to a report by the Center for Rural Innovation.
A heroic daughter and a bale of cotton saved her father’s life when the steamboat Lessie Taylor sank just after leaving the busy St. Landry port at Washington on Feb. 3, 1878.
“He was on our radar.”
How many times have we heard that after a mass shooting at a high school or a shopping mall?
We heard it for the umpteenth time again this week after a disturbed 14-year-old kid in Georgia took a rifle to school and killed two students, two teachers, and injured nine others.
It’s been a standing joke for a number of years. No matter how bad things get in Louisiana, the state could say at least it’s not Mississippi. Well not anymore. A new national study by Wallethub.com has just been released ranking the Bayou State as America’s worst state to live in.