I arrived at my daughter’s home in Houston, TX in the heat of the day. It was right after lunch when I tried the door and realized it was locked. Great. I knew Jessica was most likely putting the baby down for a nap. Suddenly, Grant Thomas showed up on the other side of the glass. Saved by the three-year-old! My grandson was obviously as happy

Mrs. Mamie Lee tells me that Old Man Henry has been unusually grumpy lately. That’s saying something. As I may have mentioned, Mr. Henry can find the dark side of a rainbow. I asked his longsuffering wife if she knew what was troubling him and learned that Mr. Henry has had his lip ran out extra long ever since their preacher announced that he was

I’m all for folks getting an education and making a better life for themselves but I’ve noticed something. Sometimes, too much book sense can cause a person to use a string of two-dollar words when a fifty-cent word would be a better fit. If you’ve been around my porch long, you may know that I’m as partial to stretching out a good story as anyone

LuAnn reports that she had a birthday last week. She also reported an adorable story that deserves to be shared. LuAnn was celebrating one of the big ones, a birthday with a nice round number, and that’s as far as I’m going. I know better. LuAnn is one of those belles who freely admits that she doesn’t give a fig about aging gracefully—she’s fighting it

I'm not even supposed to know this, which means there’s a solid chance I’m not supposed to share it either, but hey, I’m pretty sure the statue of limitations has passed. Besides, it’s all in fun and I did change the names. The story is set in one of our neighboring parishes. A couple of years ago they had a county fair roll into town,

Sharing this story reminds me of one of the old hee-haw segments. I’m thinking of the one where the women gathered around the wash bucket and sang that they weren’t the kind to go around spreading rumors, so it would behoove everyone to listen close the first time. To be sure, I'm not trying to start something, either. I'm just repeating what the whole town

There's a learning curve in most all professions. I guess that goes for preaching, too. One of my favorite stories ever concerning the men of the cloth has to be the one about the young preacher boy named Brother Bart. Now, Brother Bart was a solid gold young fellow who took over the helm of a small rural church in one of our neighboring parishes.

How about a little good news for a change? Contrary to ever increasing news reports, the younger generation does not consist solely of reprobates and whiners. If you just pay attention, you can occasionally hear good news from our college campuses, and other times people just make up mighty fine jokes like this one I’m telling today. Who am I to tell the difference? It’s

It's been ages since we checked in with Boudreaux, and of course, that’s won’t do. So, yesterday I called down to the Big Easy and asked our favorite Cajun what kind of mischief he’d been stirring up lately. Boudreaux said he’d been keeping his nose out of trouble but I told him that was hard to believe. I guess that jogged his memory, as he

Mrs. Myrtle has a thing about having to parallel park on Main Street. She remembers when the city planners first started talking about going to parallel marking to make more room for traffic. That must have been at least thirty or more years ago now. Mrs. Myrtle didn’t like it then, and she doesn’t like it now. She’s been known to make the block as