Football & Frito Pies
The air was hot, full of humidity, and as most people in South Louisiana would say, “downright muggy.” My dad … Continue reading Football & Frito Pies
The air was hot, full of humidity, and as most people in South Louisiana would say, “downright muggy.” My dad … Continue reading Football & Frito Pies
In September of 1981, at the beginning of my senior year in high school, my parents moved forty miles southeast … Continue reading You Want it When?
Above the soil of Earth Below the clouds of white and skies of blue Cuts the wind I cannot see … Continue reading The Journey
As the summer heat and humidity wilts flowers, turns green grass to brown, I find myself needing to get out … Continue reading Things High School Seniors Do
I recall 6th grade being a tumultuous time for me emotionally. It was an awkward time just being a kid, … Continue reading 1976
A quick pass at the foul line from Cleveland’s Mike Mitchell over to a racing Foots Walker. Walker drives down … Continue reading Boys, Here’s Poydras Street
There was a time in my childhood when pinball machines were a mystical game, found only in the back rooms … Continue reading Pinball Wizard Wannabe
“If I could go back in time, I would ride my Fuji bike to the Patterson Pantry, buy a Gayla … Continue reading A Screwball and a Gayla Bat Kite
The following is a story I wrote, based on conversations I had with my Dad. I have taken a few … Continue reading Momma Said Yes
For many years, my mom worked at the Lopez-Ruiz Clinic in Morgan City, Louisiana. She worked in the front office, … Continue reading Flooded Streets