I distinctly remember what I ate for supper on Christmas Eve 50 years ago.
Not the entrée perhaps, but certainly the vegetable.
My mother served stewed potatoes (“potato slopters,” as she dubbed them).
The Abbeville Progress reported the sorry news on Dec.19, 1914. Pope Benedict I had worked for a Christmas truce to at least interrupt the fighting during World War I, but unsuccessfully.
Politics inevitably seeps into any discussion of crime and punishment, of justice, of anger at the system, and of desperation.
Christmas card trends are telling — they speak to the mood of the country — and this year’s trend offers some positive news.
Our time is the best gift we can give to our friends and family this Christmas.
Nobody knows how much time we have on Earth — nobody knows when our time will end.
We all have friends and loved ones who were claimed way too early.
Folks are tied up in knots over tying the knot.
Just when we thought marriage was a dying institution, the Wall Street Journal cites statistics showing there is a huge pent-up demand for weddings.
Anyone of a certain vintage will probably remember this little ditty:
Born on a mountaintop in Tennessee,
Greenest state in the land of the free,
Raised in the woods so he knew ev’ry tree.
Lately, I’ve started seeing all the usual Christmas decorations, books, gift suggestions, articles, foods and complaints about all the usual Christmas decorations, books, gift suggestions, articles, and foods.
The other day, Otis, the used car dealer, pulled out a wad of bills and handed my son two crisp C-notes. That’s all Danny’s ’98 Pontiac Grand-Am was worth anymore, but the rite of passage it had provided was invaluable.
Football icon Drew Brees certainly deserves all the accolades he has received on the playing field. But now he’s become a huckster for a new gambling casino in Slidell on the Mississippi-Louisiana state line.