Some years ago, a fellow from the Cecilia area of St. Martin Parish suggested to me that Spaniards had traveled far up the Teche a long time before the history books said any European explorers got to south Louisiana.
Years ago, when I was just beginning to practice immigration law, I remember hearing about two horrific genocides. They were almost back-to-back, happening within little more than a year of each other, and each became the focus of a war crimes tribunal at the Hague.
My mother and father keep our old photos in their hall closet in a sturdy old Pabst Blue Ribbon box.
Sifting through old photos is a glorious experience — one, we now know, that relieves aches and pains by calming the brain, according to a recent study.
Besides the fact that we will throw a party on the flimsiest of excuses, it is solid theologically for French Louisiana to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.
You see, he spent much of his religious life in France, and he wasn’t Irish at all.
He was born about 375 A.D.
Sometimes, the stars align, and things happen the way they’re supposed to. Like starting Women’s History Month with a wonderful gift to women, or at least the unborn kind.
History’s tyrants have at least one thing in common – their willingness to destroy and slaughter anything and anyone who stands in the way of conquest. This is not new.
Their bravery inspires.
As I sit safely in the cozy office in my home writing this column, the people of Ukraine are greeting Putin’s massive military invasion with incredible defiance and courage.
Their president, Volodymyr Zelensky, reportedly rejected an offer to evacuate to safety in the U.S.
I despise airing my dirty laundry in public, but I’ll make an exception for kvetching about my clean laundry.
I have primary responsibility for my family’s laundry. Fair enough.