The Dang Yankee finally figures out what’s been keeping him fit all these years.
It’s Mardi Gras again, and time for The Dang Yankee’s favorite song!
A reflection on life in the Casino Belt from a non-gambler.
Let me tell you about what I hear from my patio on fall mornings here in Louisiana. I’ll say this — it sure beats West Philly.
This playlist will tell you something about me.
In this classic column from the 7/26/12 issue of The Jambalaya News, the Dang Yankee celebrates an infamous date on the calendar.
The Dang Yankee and his wife are back from eighteen days at the Kerrville Folk Festival. The marriage survived, but we did need to go through some counseling to make it through. Find out why in this latest article for The Jambalaya News.
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.
Today, our lexicographer supplies the definition of inopportune:
It’s springtime here in Southwest Louisiana–time for our yearly pilgrimage to the garden center. My wife walked out with a century’s worth of annuals, while I came home with a bird feeder. So where are all the birds? The Dang Yankee sure doesn’t know.