When I was a kid growing up in Lake Charles, fiberglass gator statues with colorful designs stood guard outside many of the important and popular places around town.
When the media started mispronouncing Kamala Harris’ name, I have to admit I rolled my eyes more than once at the pearl clutchers who saw it as a deliberate insult to the Democratic presidential candidate.
There was a presidential debate this week, in case you didn’t know and have given up on politics in lieu of football season. I wouldn’t blame you at all if you did.
One of the core functions of a local news outlet is, or at least should be, to notice and shed light on things that the public doesn’t have the time, energy, resources or information to notice for themselves.
On the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, I boarded an airplane. We never got where we were headed. That was the day coordinated Islamist terrorist suicide attacks were carried out by al-Qaeda against the United States, the day we call 9/11.
Sunday is Grandparents Day, and although my own grandparents have been gone for many years now, there isn’t a day when I don’t utilize the valuable lessons taught by my four amazing elders.
I may have featured different portions of this concept in previous columns, but I want to spend today simply giving Dubach a shoutout and some, in my opinion, well-deserved kudos.