Monthly Archives: October 2016


Peggy likes Halloween.

When she was a kid her family used to decorate the house and scare the trick-or-treaters when they came to the door. All in good fun, of course.

My family never really did Halloween. My mother would answer the door and hand out candy, but we didn’t decorate. As I became an adult I tried to make it a point not to be home on Halloween. When we lived in Katy it became a moot point — we were the last house on the street and virtually no one ever came all the way down to our house.

Here in Baton Rouge, though, we are right in the heart of things. Our neighborhood is old and quiet, so it is a safe place to take your kids. We get kids from all over town coming to trick-or-treat and each year a group brings a bunch of kids on a hayride to let them trick-or-treat in our neighborhood. Now Peggy has a reason to decorate. She also decorates me.

Each year I hide in a different place dressed as the Grim Reaper. The first year I was in the bushes next to the door. This year, with the recent ankle injury, I was inside the house in the window looking like a statue until a child would come close to the window. Then I would bang my scythe on the window and scare the living daylights out of them.

The best part was the parents who got scared. Then they would bring the kids back in front of me to make sure the kids got scared, too. Parenting 101.

It was a fun night. We had a ton of trick-or-treaters. And I had a good night of reaping.

Now I have to figure out where I am going to hide next year. 

Reaping is thirsty work

Highs and lows

Life is just kinda that way sometimes.

Last night Peggy and I had a great time at the LSU-Ole Miss football game. A wonderful afternoon of tailgating and seeing old friends on the first crisp, cool day of the fall — it really doesn’t get any better than that.

Unless you happen to be hosting guests for the game. Guests who are proud to be Ole Miss alumni. And then LSU runs all over Ole Miss and wins the game easily. That just might be better.

And when I say “runs over” I mean that literally — Leonard Fournette broke the LSU single-game rushing record on his first nine carries of the game, and ran over a defensive back on one of the runs that will be played over and over on ESPN for the remainder of the season. Suffice it to say it was a glorious night.

We went to church this morning and were greeted by the same kind of crisp, wonderful day. Sang our hearts out for Jesus. Paid attention in Sunday School. Probably even helped an old lady across the street, though that part is hazy.

Then, walking out of church, I stepped on a rock. Not a boulder. Not a brick. Not even a stone. And heard a pop.

So, tonight I sit in a reclining chair with ice on my swollen ankle. Since we’re into descriptive comparison, the knot is grapefruit sized. Texas Ruby Red. With seeds.

My dreams of running like Leonard Fournette dashed in an instant. Hoping it doesn’t turn into a reality of walking like Fred Sanford.

I’ll keep you posted.

Celebrating the victory, before the agony of the feet…

October Saturday

Peggy and I have season tickets to LSU football. Our life doesn’t revolve around it, but we do love it. And we especially love it in October.

If you are going to visit Louisiana, I would recommend visiting in October or April. I would also recommend not moving to Louisiana based on what you experience in October or April — this is the only time of year that Louisiana feels like this.

We live three miles from the campus, so a lot of our tailgating is on our back porch watching the early games on television and grilling. We have friends come by on their way to the stadium and it is just a very relaxed atmosphere. We wrap up about an hour-and-a-half before the game and head to campus. That gives us time to park and visit with other friends before we go into the stadium. It is a glorious way to spend a Saturday.

We didn’t do anything to deserve this life. We just enjoy it to the fullest.

And if LSU wins we enjoy it even more.

Geaux Tigers!

After a long day of tailgating…in my back yard