Columns

I’ve always taken great pride in the tender care I give to my cell phone.

I have been pretty honest and clear about my refusal to sing Kumbaya with the other side on policy. But I’m not willing to demonize people with whom I disagree in areas where politics and policy, ideology and integrity are irrelevant.

Sorry, COVID-19, but you’re not going to stop our Christmas cheer this year.
You remind me of the Dr. Seuss Christmas classic, “How the Grinch Stole Christmas.”

People might get tired of stories about my father Ted and his summer in Mississippi.

On the official Louisiana road map, the town of Plaquemine on the Mississippi River and St. Martinville on Bayou Teche are only 3.5 inches apart. That’s about 35 miles.

Batman needed the Joker. Javert needed Jean Valjean. Patton needed Rommel.
The media needs Donald Trump and vice versa. What will they do without each other? We can only speculate.

It may be the sort of birthday where someone shouts, “50 candles blazing on the cake? Are you crazy? Why don’t we just fill a pinata with cow methane while we’re at it???”

Recently, the nation’s leading infectious disease expert and Bummercloud in Chief, Dr. Anthony Fauci, expressed concerns over families gathering together for a traditional Thanksgiving celebration this year due to the COVID-19 pandemic.

Are you a faithful Christian who is concerned about empty pews — and the steadily decreasing impact of Christianity on the social fabric?
There’s good news about the Good News.

At Thanksgiving 1918 the Spanish flu epidemic raging across the world still had south Louisiana in its grip.