Although the sun had not yet appeared over the horizon, the air was already warm and sticky, typical of the onset of another hot July day in Louisiana. This would have been a good day to work on articles in my air conditioned office but fishing guide and friend Eddie Halbrook’s call the night before had a sense of urgency about it.
The year 1976 marked our country’s bicentennial celebration. At the tender age of 200, America found ways to fill every significant gathering with patriotic flare.
The year 2020 is one few people will soon forget. Life changed dramatically and perhaps forever in 2020, when the outbreak of the novel coronavirus forced billions of people across the globe to make sacrifices in an effort to prevent the spread of the potentially deadly virus.
Each year on July 4, Americans celebrate the birth of their nation and independence from Great Britain. This day marks the anniversary of the presentation and acceptance of the Declaration of Independence, signed 242 years ago on July 4, 1776.
At DART, we talk openly about supporting those we care about who are being abused. But what if the person we care about is the one who is abusing someone? What if they are a member of your own family?
A person’s desire to be outdoors can sometimes be at odds with the outdoors itself. The dead of winter tends to be a time of year when people know to stay indoors, but the dog days of summer can be dangerous as well.
Recently, I visited my local gym for the first time after snacking-in-place for over two months. It was like going to see an annoying former friend — out of guilt. I’ve always had a toleratehate relationship with working out. I hate spending my time sweating and hyperventilating when I could be lounging in my recliner while watching reruns of “The Andy Griffith Show.”
