It’s not a criticism, it’s an observation.
I long to go back to New Orleans
     The first time I visited New Orleans was in 1977. My brother and I left Tuscaloosa early one morning and arrived in the Big Easy around 10:30 am, desperately in need of food and drink. By 2 pm, I held a muffaletta in one hand and a sweet Abita Amber in the other. Every door on Bourbon Street beckon
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Thirty–something speaks
I didn
     The other day my wife and I walked into our living room to find a complete and total mess. Several Barbie dolls, many toy trains, a couple of playhouses, a football, and various other items were strewn about the floor like a hurricane had blown through our house. My first thought was that my kids ha
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Dumb as a Rock Award
     Last month Clark
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A conservative’s odyssey into the belly of the beast
Commentary by Curt Loftis Jr.
     I arrived at the original Camp Casey at 2:30 in the afternoon. It was hot and dry and the assembled demonstrators were in a melancholy state. I quickly made friends, stressing
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