Satchmo, of course; the Marsalis family, naturally, even Ann Rice, and her vampirish underground. But me living in Louisiana? You’ve got to be kidding! I got here on subways and
Not only did I have to relinquish my California Driver’s License when I moved to Louisiana, I also had to move the cornerstones of my material world. I’m talking about
The continuing story from Duck Dynasty country about a paper mill and the people caught in its hopper.
I saw gangs of young people coming at me from every direction wearing blue shirts that said “Wear, Live, Think, Dream.” Luckily, they were friendly. One of the groups helped
thunders its approach in the wrapping paper of grey clouds, lights down to deposit a calling card– silver beads on a chute of grass
It’s been a year since I arrived in the northeastern portion of Louisiana, a wilderness and a wonderland to a northerner who has never lived south before. I’ve been introduced