Our creative writing team has been writing again.
“Years ago my mother used to say to me, she'd say … 'In this world, Elwood, you must be oh so smart, or oh so pleasant.' Well, for years I was smart. I recommend pleasant.”
All of us will face times in our lives when we need to rely on this gift from our ancestors. All of us will face times when we will need words of sorrow and expressions of loneliness, because the things we face are painful and they leave us broken in ways we didn’t know we could break.
As a committed nerd - or maybe one who needs to be committed - I really enjoy a program that I used to call "table games night." Many people play table games, particularly when it's dark or they cannot give out, but if can sometimes be difficult to find a large enough group to play cards or some boxed games on a regular basis.
As a kid in the 1970s, I liked the Confederate flag because, to me, it meant Lynyrd Skynyrd. I loved Skynyrd.
There was one negative thing that, as a kid, I associated with the Confederate flag – its use by the Ole Miss Rebels. I have always disliked Ole Miss.
I never personally associated the Confederate flag with being racist. To me it represented an idyllic, simple way of living in the rural south, with a “southern rock” soundtrack, where everybody loved their mama and Jesus (even if they didn't obey either one very often).
At this time of year, when we're passing through Mardi Gras, Ash Wednesday, and Lent, on our journey to the Cross and Easter, I think that this song has something to say about our faith as well.
My earliest memories of Mardi Gras are of my parents dressing me to take me to the parades in uptown New Orleans. Mom made sure I had on clothing which was appropriate for the weather, of course (usually chilly; sometimes rainy). Dad made sure I had Green and Blue Tulane Green Wave outer apparel – most importantly, a jacket and a knit cap to cover my ears.