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11/06/09
A Louisiana Christmas.
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11/06/09
In mid-July the summer before I went away to college, I got a letter in the mail listing the other freshmen who would be in my Freshman Interest Group, which went by the awkward acronym “FIG.” I looked over the list and noted, with no excitement, that five out of the six people with whom I’d be sharing this FIG experience were from various cities in Missouri: Coffeeville, St. Louis, Sweet Springs.
Then, at the bottom of the list was a student from Kauai, Hawaii: Aaron.
“He’s going to be my ally,” I decided immediately. “We’re either going to fall in love or be best friends forever.”
I even knew what I’d say to him. “Well,” I’d say, shaking his hand....
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11/06/09
our readers write
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11/06/09
Last summer’s Cash for Clunkers program sure got the old wheels turning around here. Not that we were seriously in the market for a new ride. It’s just that “cash” and “clunkers” are two words guaranteed to make any farmer’s brain light up on a CT scan – “cash” because it is the rarest of agricultural commodities and “clunkers” because any farm worth its salt has at least one piece of wracked-out machinery sitting around.
When we heard the government was willing to kick in $4,500 on a new vehicle if you traded in a less fuel-efficient older vehicle, well, naturally we thought of the farm truck. I’d never be so ungrateful as to suggest that our trusty steed is a “clunker,” but...
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11/06/09
a compendium of
what’s hot & what’s not in Louisiana
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11/06/09
Singing the praise for bread pudding
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11/06/09
All covered
with snow
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11/06/09
A modern twist to celebrate the holidays in New Orleans.
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11/06/09
our readers choice
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11/06/09
North Louisiana
landscapes
from this Winnsboro artist
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