A place to come home
Isometimes envy people who have a family home to return to, a place where they grew up, where their parents or even their grandparents lived.
Isometimes envy people who have a family home to return to, a place where they grew up, where their parents or even their grandparents lived.
Iwasn’t born in Louisiana; my mother was. We moved to Alexandria, Louisiana when I was seven and then to Shreveport when I was 9. That is where I graduated from high school. My parents lived in Thibodaux Louisiana for 25 years after I graduated.
Decades of collaborative research and scientific advancements have helped Texas cotton be the economic and industrial force it is today.
This weekend I spent time at a class reunion with friends I don’t see every day (but wish I still did.)
Just off Interstate 10 in Northern Florida is the town of Marianna. It is a nice enough small town with the usual assortment of fast food joints and small businesses. The major attraction are a set of limestone caverns north of town.
We laughed intermittently for weeks about our decision to embark on a 3,000-mile road trip because we didn’t have time to fly. As the date neared and mass media folks conveyed horror tales of passengers stranded in airports or delayed, our decision to take to the highways seemed well-founded.
Iwas walking down an old street in an old part of San Miguel de Allende, Mexico.
Politicians, business people, church leaders, parents. Everyone has an agenda. Things they want to do, places to go, goals to achieve.
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