Rock Wall

When I’m out on the water, I’m always looking to bring home something unusual. Sometimes it backfires. Like the time Kimball and I were bass fishing in Bayou Catherine. It was odd that black bass were even there. There was salt, or art least brackish water all around.  Bayou Catherine is a dead end canal

She’s here. I now have six grandchildren. Adrian checked into the hospital at 4:30 a.m. Friday, July 7, her due date. She told me they started an IV at 7 a.m. to induce labor. Adrian June was born at 12:06 p.m. weighing 8 lbs. And 20.25 inches tall. You know that Kimball’s father was named

It’s Saturday, July 1. On this day on 1979, Kimball and I thought we were signing the papers to take over the Sun. It was the other way around. A lot has happened in the next 44 years. We decided after 10 years of marriage, it was time to try for a baby. I couldn’t

It’s Friday, June 23. On this day back in 1961, I didn’t have a clue what would happen later that evening. Newly organized Grace Missionary Baptist Church (on the southwest corner of the lot where El Dorado Springs Missionary Baptist Church is located) had started its first revival Monday night with Brother Marshall Henderson preaching.

I knew I liked Doug Rice and was always glad to see him coming at church or any other event but I was surprised at the depth of his training when I read his obituary in the funeral folder Kimball brought home from his family night and we have in this issue. I guess I

Conservation is getting more report of bear sightings, so have a plan in mind of what you’ll do if you do have a close encounter of the furry kind. It’s 4 p.m. Friday and only one girl is answering the phone at MDC El Dorado Springs and she doesn’t have any release on that. I

Today, June 3, is Kimball’s birthday. Tomorrow is Adrian’s. Kimball refused to have her on her birthday. Said she’d never have a birthday again. This morning I woke up about 8:30 hungry. About 9:30, I found Kimball on the south deck talking to Adrian on the phone. “I’m hungry,” I announced. I had wished her

I decided Wednesday I had to know if my fishing buddy, Dan Hare, was still alive. He was 86 the last time I talked to him. For two years we have not received his hand drawn watercolor Christmas card. So I called his number and got the same recorded message from his wife I got

I thought about telling you about some strange things I have seen from the water. Once Kimball and I launched in the Tchefuncte (Cha-Funk-tah) River that runs into the northeast corner of Lake Pontchartrain and fished toward the lake. I caught a huge crappie on the crankbait and for some unknown reason decided to remove

Kimball went to Clint Stacy’s funeral. I couldn’t because my walker won’t let me climb stairs to the gym. She estimated the crowd at 400 to 500. She said both preachers did a good job, expecially his father-in-law, Ron Pitts. She brought me a funeral folder. That was the best obituary I have seen in