Archive for February, 2010

Then I told Victor, I thought we were all riding heavy with illusions. – Thomas Builds-the-Fire, “Smoke Signals.” I used to carry around an 1863 half dime in my wallet. It was my grandfather’s. He carried it, too. A wafer-thin, diminutive little coin, with a draped and seated Liberty and beautiful corn stalks in a wreath... »

It is SO time for a fishing column. Problem is, there ain’t been no fishing. Not for me, anyway. This winter has all the inhaling properties of a Hoover vacuum cleaner. Cold, rain, misery…sound like a Hee-Haw skit or something, don’t I? I’m so ready to be out there. I’m building a boat. I have all... »

So Monday night, I’m sitting in the living room watching Bill O’Reilly and a very strange thing happened. I’m there with my head cold getting a little better, though I’m still weak and sleeping a lot. I’m trying to recuperate and doing so slowly. All of a sudden, while Bill’s interviewing a guest I don’t even... »

First off, I want to thank St. Mary Parish government for putting the ‘S’ back in ‘St’ on the sign for the St. Mary Parish Courthouse. We are no longer ‘T Mary’, in Cajun that being “little Mary” and it feels good, don’t it? (Thought I forgot, didn’t you, Paul?) —— My admonishment of the chamber last... »

I woke up about 2 a.m. Thursday morning and felt like someone had put a tomahawk vertically into the middle of my face. It had been coming on for a few days. You know how you can feel like you’re about to get sick. I was eating tangerines like they were going out of style... »

It was with great anguish that I attended this year’s St. Mary Parish Chamber of Commerce Annual Banquet. I usually look forward to it, but this year, I was both surprised and saddened that, out of six prestigious awards, not a single one recognized a resident of western St. Mary Parish. In 2009, recipients of four... »

Punxsutawney Phil, that nefarious, evil, smelly, mangy, disease-ridden, skuzzy varmint in Pennsylvania has once again gotten on my last nerve. “Punx” could conceivably be pronounced “punks” and that’s what the rodent is: A punk, a lower-life form, something akin to a glob of primordial goo. Six more weeks of winter. OK, so it’s the first week... »