Could Kansas be a tourist attraction like Louisiana? Over six years have passed since we moved here. This is our home now. We are no longer strangers, passing through. Neither are we tourists; we merely live where many tourists come. We are now on th...
What happened when we only wanted to start a little fire This sounds like an excuse and it probably is. But this was back in the 80s. There were no household computers, no internet, no Web, no Google. The nearest good library was thirty miles away. ...
Politics and old feud turned deadly Practically everyone’s heard of the long running feud between the Hatfields and McCoys in the Appalachian back country, but we’ve had a few bloody family encounters in Acadiana too.
One of them cam...
For better or worse, we remember those things that are incomplete Let me take you back to a turbulent time in my life. I'm sure everyone can remember such times, when everything seems to happen at once. In the midst of all this, certain events protrude that ...
Forty acres yielded riches When I was a small child I thought all pickup trucks were painted gray and carried on the door a yellow decal with a red devil in the center. I also thought these trucks carried potted meat. As ...
You can learn to program your own hands, if you want to Today I write about three kinds of keys, piano keys, keys that open locks, and ideas that are keys to unlock the mind.
I am also writing about three men whose writing passed a baton of a...
Nothing like Louisiana politics
The old story goes that in the early 1970s Louisiana sold some used voting machines to Matamoras, Mexico. They were used for the first time in a local election in Mexico several months later, and...
Remembering a tough time when 'Gray' rhymed with 'cry' How far can a man go in pursuit of a dream? How far should he go, when the whole world seems precariously balanced, so that any little thing could tip? Either way, so a carefully tended future...
Did Ada and doc meet in heaven? When James LeBoeuf, Morgan City’s power plant superintendent, disappeared on Friday night, July 1, 1927, his wife, Ada, said he’d probably gone to Lafayette. She didn’t report his disappearance to...
The Volkswagen Beetle was more than an ordinary car Yesterday I cleaned up my shop and found an old wrench I hadn't picked up in years. It wasn't just an old wrench. Once it had been one of the tools I used often. It was the first tool I acquir...
The soldiers kept coming back Nothing is left where the farmhouse of Louis Francois Desire Arnaud and his wife Sarah Burleigh Arnaud stood in the middle 1800s near Grand Coteau.
It was a nice house, well situated. T...
Matt and his sunflower: an intimation of immortality A picture of a sunflower is in our home, but not on the wall. It used to hang in my shop. Then it was quietly slid in behind something. Now it's in the attic. I keep it because it is important...
