Late one evening this week I couldn’t fall asleep, so I began searching on my tablet for something to stream. I happened upon some obscure baseball documentary about the fascination with the fastball.
My first glimpse of a bald eagle in Louisiana took place when I was just a kid and the one I saw was sitting on a nest made of a huge pile of sticks and branches high up in a big pine tree not far from my home in Goldonna.
