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Nancy Bergeron, Add One

Fire prevention bureau: Old Ben Franklin was right

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One of my worst memories of elementary school is fire drills. I hated them.

God doesn’t care I use too much Scotch tape

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My mother was never overly thrilled when I volunteered to wrap presents at her gift shop.

A village can save The Village

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Almost every small community used to have a vibrant downtown. Some places probably still have horse-hitching ordinances on the books that say where your ride can be tethered.

COVID emergency’s over, now the fallout begins

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Of all the things I never thought I would do in a lifetime, experiencing a pandemic was close to the top of the list.

Too old to be president? Let the voters decide

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Let’s cut straight to the chase: I’m not doing this aging thing well.

On the morning after, there was light

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There’s got to be a morning after If we can hold on through the night We have a chance to find the sunshine Let’s keep on looking for the light

Housing issue begs for solutions, not just more talk

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The first house I lived in was a small bungalow-style place on the southwest corner of Everett Street about 10 feet from the railroad overpass.

School vote: It’s all about trust

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The biggest fallout of the Watergate scandal 50 years ago wasn’t President Richard Nixon’s resignation. It was the loss of trust in government.

Running with wild abandon into a new day

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When I was a kid growing up in Ruston, Piggly Wiggly No. 2 was on West California Avenue, about where Papa John’s Pizza is now.

From dry to damp to all wet

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When I was a kid, Ruston was a dry town for alcohol sales. There were none. But if you lived here, you knew there was enough booze in people’s pantries to pickle every liver in Lincoln Parish.