If you attended this year’s Contraband Days Festival here in Lake Charles, then you were in for a special treat. A man in pirate costume was seen strolling up and down the midway with a guitar, playing seafaring songs to the crowd. No, that wasn’t the treat; that was me. The treat was the kangaroos in the Australian wildlife exhibit. Even on my best day, I couldn’t upstage a real, live kangaroo.
In an earlier post, I talked about how my new bird feeder didn’t attract any customers. Boy, how things have changed!
Today, our lexicographer supplies the definition of inopportune:
Yankee Land is bracing for another invasion this summer. Not a single hamlet will escape the onslaught, the sight of their alien figures striking terror among the local populace. And no, I’m not referring to the snowbirds returning from Florida for the season.
I’ve been thinking lately that I should be writing more pieces about what’s going on in the news. You always hear about how the American public isn’t well enough informed on current events, and that is not good for the efficient functioning of a democratic society. It’s as if the extent of most people’s reading is what they get from bumper stickers and tee-shirts, especially those worn by well-endowed women. Since it’s not likely to help any if I put it on my tee shirt, I figured I’d fill the gap by providing some commentary in this space.
Today, we define the word asbestos.
In this classic article from The Jambalaya News, The Dang Yankee takes a look at barbecuing as a possible means to world peace.
In this, his one hundredth column for The Jambalaya News, The Dang Yankee talks about the column got started. (Hint- timing is everything.) He also talks about his sources of inspiration (in addition to the bottle of Lone Star, that is) and thanks some important people who made it all possible.
Today, we define the word gladiator.
Gentlemen, why not consider a visit to Texas this spring to check out the wildflowers? The state’s rolling meadows are a spectacle this time of year. Your wives will love you for it, and, contrary to what you hear down at the bowling alley, it is not a gateway to scrapbooking.