Globalization has its benefits but, after COVID, it might be time to consider just how much of America’s economic activity we want to continue to share with other countries.
At my day job, we recently underwent a major upgrade of our security cameras.
Yes, shoplifting has gotten bad enough and technology has gotten good enough that we have made this major investment.
Several weeks ago, I reported the oft-told story that the Mowata community in Acadia Parish got its name because nobody could find a board long enough to print the original name of Morewater.
In California, a historic heat wave has exposed yet again what big idiots the politicians in Sacramento are.
I don’t know about you, but I have always loved to read and study Louisiana history.
I didn’t watch all of them from the very beginning, but several significant TV shows debuted in the fall of 1972.
Back in the days when there were no NFL games to keep us glued to the screen of our choice, we regularly piled into my Dad’s old Pontiac on a pleasant Sunday afternoon to take a ride in the country.
I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, some of them endearing, most of them not.
I’m confused.
I got the flu a few months ago, the worst flu I’d ever had. It wasn’t COVID — I have never tested positive for COVID — but it was a humdinger.
It wasn’t exactly breaking news back in June, but it did stir interest among journalists when CNN’s new boss, Chris Licht, conceded, “Something I have heard from both people inside and outside the organization is complaints we overuse the ‘Breakin