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My Father’s Last Supper

Pierre Fontenot July 19, 2018 Comments Off on My Father’s Last Supper

Diagnosed in September, made it through Thanksgiving, made it through Christmas, one last New Year, for a 1929 model, we were near my father’s end.   I knew.  Did he know?   What the

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Jonas Salk

Pierre Fontenot July 5, 2018 Comments Off on Jonas Salk

Conversation with a young man, the crossroads of exiting high school, was like listening to myself talk, senior year of high school, same words I used, “I want to be rich.” If that wasn’t

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A Dog Named Earl

Pierre Fontenot June 21, 2018 Comments Off on A Dog Named Earl

Great Depression, middle o’ nowhere, West Texas, times are hard and waste is a sin. Don’t flinch, nor judge too hard, for their doings were for their time.  Dogs dropping litters at a rate

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Local Teaching Legend Harry Methvin

Pierre Fontenot June 7, 2018 Comments Off on Local Teaching Legend Harry Methvin

He runs into a former student, “Mr. Methvin, do you remember when you wrote a hall pass on a scrap piece of 2×4?” His reply: “I thought you were going to a board meeting.”

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Advice To Self

Pierre Fontenot May 17, 2018 Comments Off on Advice To Self

(In 2014 I opened up a Word document, all blank and white, and I wrote the first thing that came to mind.  From that, another thought linked.  Pop, pop, pop, one after the other…and

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A Billion Here, A Billion There, Pretty Soon You’re Talking Real Money

Pierre Fontenot May 3, 2018 Comments Off on A Billion Here, A Billion There, Pretty Soon You’re Talking Real Money

A $5 Burger At 18% Interest In my young ‘n dumb, I got on the no fun end of credit card debt.  I bought music, concert tickets, meals.  $325 in my checking account, $45

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The Tough We Once Were

Pierre Fontenot April 20, 2018 Comments Off on The Tough We Once Were

Winter is more winter…when winter is in war. December, 1944, American troops are surrounded by German soldiers in a small Belgian city called Bastogne.  Out in the forest, on the outskirts of town, two

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Do Guardian Angels Laugh?

Pierre Fontenot April 5, 2018 Comments Off on Do Guardian Angels Laugh?

Bless Me Father “‘Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl.” The priest asks, “Is that you, little Joey Pagano?” “Yes, Father, it is.” “And who was the

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Life 101

Pierre Fontenot March 15, 2018 Comments Off on Life 101

The mother of Jesus did not have granite countertops.  She had dirt floors and dirty feet.  Maybe keep that in mind when you’re praying for “needs”, lest you hear the giggles of angels… Everybody

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Breaking Home Ties

Pierre Fontenot March 1, 2018 Comments Off on Breaking Home Ties

Three And One Of Them The Father. He’s a working man, maybe likes his job, maybe not, sometimes wonders what he’d done with a little more time…but he married young, here come the babies,

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