Last week I caught wind of a buddy on his way home who had been fishing down in Port Fourchon. That’s about as far South as one can drive in Louisiana.  He had caught some speckled trout, and I was the lucky one coming upon him almost home with a cooler full of filets. He [...]

 
To this child of the Piney woods in Mississippi, whose parents were part of the high times, political and social, before living the Depression years, the Book, Rising Tide, was to be a great history lesson. Remembering my Grandfather’s story of Vardaman & Bilbo’s rise, beating a drum made of something far from love for his [...]