I can still conjure it—the family’s tobacco-brown Pontiac Bonneville, the smell of leather warm from the mid-day sun, dashboard gleaming with chrome, at that age when I was still small enough to straddle the transmission hump. I felt part of the whole ride—the road ahead, the hum of the engine mingling with the faint whisperContinueContinue reading “Bad Moon Rising and the 8-Track Sounds of Childhood”
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Dinner, Mystery, and Memories: Our Night with the Impromptu Players
Our little corner of Louisiana doesn’t always get much theater, so when a community troupe puts on a show, it feels like an event. The Impromptu Players in DeRidder, now in their 43rd season, staged the interactive mystery Sherlock Holmes and the Bully of Baker Street. Last night, it was a full evening — dinner, fellowship,ContinueContinue reading “Dinner, Mystery, and Memories: Our Night with the Impromptu Players”
Road Notes: Kisatchie Bayou, Where Slow Waters Sleep
Before we dig into this week’s post, I want to introduce something new—a little series where we take our time, hit the backroads, and share whatever we find along the way… After careers took us years away from family and friends, my wife and I have been blessed to happily settle in our small homeContinueContinue reading “Road Notes: Kisatchie Bayou, Where Slow Waters Sleep”
Duct Tape, Dumb Luck & Other Adventures
| Guest post by Jubal Blue | First off, thanks for letting me borrow the page for a bit. Writing something like this was one of those “someday” things—right up there with patching the shed roof or unsticking the screen door. But I was bored, so I figured, why not? Turns out I’ve got aContinueContinue reading “Duct Tape, Dumb Luck & Other Adventures”
The Good, The Bad, and The Bilingual
I love my FJ Cruiser. No, really—I do. She handles tight spots with ease… but she also has an unexpected flair for the dramatic. True story: About a week ago, her Bluetooth system decided she was ready for a change and flipped from English to fluent Español. No warning. No polite heads-up. There I was,ContinueContinue reading “The Good, The Bad, and The Bilingual”