Columns

Boudreaux, Thibodeaux, I dunno

Usually when a hostess calls for “Jones, party of…” a dozen different people named Jones stand in unison. Not on the bayou. I haven’t met another Jones yet. But I have met a Thibodaux (heck, I live there, too), Boudreaux  and a passel of Zeringues. Seriously.[…]

Columns

Life is all about change

I met the Louisiana Sportsman crew in the mid-1990s at a Louisiana Outdoor Writers Association meeting in Monroe. I was a young, gung ho journalist new to the outdoor industry, having spent my formative days as a beat reporter for the Morning Advocate (now The Advocate) in Baton Rouge.[…]

Columns

Heroes live among us

The word “hero” is grossly overused today. If you pick up a stray cat and adopt it, you’re called a hero. If you feed the homeless, yep, you’re a hero. If you survived cancer, you can bet you’ll be hailed a hero. And if you care for someone with cancer — man, you’re headed for superhero status.[…]

Columns

Whose water is it, anyway?

Louisiana is known for a few things: food, its laissez-faire environment, and its swamps and marshes. Those aspects of life in the Bayou State have always been intertwined, as inseparable as red beans and rice.[…]