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Lighting the way for the Pilgrims

The two things I remember most about Christmas decorating when I was a kid are shopping for a live tree and hanging foil tinsel icicles on it when we got it home.

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Great Uncle Rab’s picture is on my dresser, too

I discovered Great Uncle Rab’s picture online the other day. It took me aback.

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Fountain’s fine, now bring on the fish

When I was a kid growing up in Ruston in the late 1950s and early ’60s, Saturday nights meant window shopping on Park Avenue, venturing across the street to look at the giant goldfish in the pool at the base of the fountain in Railroad Park, and going to the Darietta for an ice cream cone to lick on the drive to the airport, where we sat and watched the beacon rotate from red to green to white to red to green to white.

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Two-party system failed Louisiana voters

If you’re looking for somebody to blame for Louisiana’s near historic low turnout in the Oct. 14 primary, look no further than the two-party system. Well, the supposed two-party system.

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Old guard loses power in police jury flip

No matter what happens in the Nov. 18 runoffs, the Lincoln Parish Police Jury has been flipped.

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PILOT: Taxing bodies aren't flying the plane

It wasn’t until Ruston began putting together the tax incentive package it used to lure the Buc-ee’s Travel Center to town that it discovered one of the hottest economic development tools going: the “payment in lieu of taxes” program, or PILOT, for short.

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There's something comfortable about home

There are many days I wish I’d bought my aunt’s condominium in Alexandria when she moved into a senior apartment residence.

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There is much the dead can teach the living

My grandfather loved to “prowl” in old cemeteries. “Prowling” meant walking among the gravesites, reading the inscriptions on the headstones, and if Gran knew anything about the individual, their family or circumstances of their demise, ruminating about it.