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SOUTHERN FRIENDLY

SOUTHERN FRIENDLY

Pierre Fontenot May 14, 2014 0

We were strangers. They were Them and I was Not Them and it took us less than three minutes to like each other. This sort of thing ain’t uncommon in The South. It’s a

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EYES ON ELDERS

EYES ON ELDERS

Rick Sarro March 5, 2014 0

If I was a teen again and had a do-over, I’d recommend that I cast a considerable gaze upon the elderly. I’d look around at old people and find those who bore good fruit

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THE TESTIMONY OF DUCT TAPE

THE TESTIMONY OF DUCT TAPE

Pierre Fontenot February 23, 2014 0

I’m seated towards the front of the church, among the elderly of the congregation, seated behind a lady with winter in her hair. When you reach her age you’ve obeyed the rules long enough

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LO, I WILL BE WITH YOU ALWAYS

LO, I WILL BE WITH YOU ALWAYS

Pierre Fontenot February 7, 2014 0

Early in my workday I said hello to people who are dying. We joked, we hugged, talked about the mid-20’s weather, felt sorry for the plants, there was a little conference about a four-dollar

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THIS BEING A FRESH JANUARY …

THIS BEING A FRESH JANUARY …

Pierre Fontenot January 23, 2014 0

Let me stand, but bend to truth. Let me write my conclusions in pencil, and have no shame in a well worn eraser. Let me see myself true and fit my britches. Having paid

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FOOTLOOSE CHRISTMAS

FOOTLOOSE CHRISTMAS

Pierre Fontenot January 8, 2014 0

Thinking back on it, the only thing missing was Kevin Bacon. _____    _____    _____    _____    _____ My father was Big on honesty, which came under some social erosion with all

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WRONG AGAIN, THANK GOD ALMIGHTY, WRONG AGAIN

WRONG AGAIN, THANK GOD ALMIGHTY, WRONG AGAIN

Pierre Fontenot December 21, 2013 0

In Albertson’s, in the fruit section, I see what I see; an elderly white man and his black female aide. At first glance it all looks so sad to me. He’s Greatest Generation aged.

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LAST WORDS

LAST WORDS

Pierre Fontenot December 4, 2013 0

I was in conversation recently with someone who had lost her father to cancer. He was a loving family man, southern style, like we raise our boys to be daddies and grandpas, and when

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FAMILY REUNION

FAMILY REUNION

Pierre Fontenot November 20, 2013 0

We lived on the old home place, our little red house built new in the year of my first year in school, set up under a trio of gorgeous oak trees, a plot of

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THE FORGIVENESS OF DEBORAH

THE FORGIVENESS OF DEBORAH

Pierre Fontenot November 7, 2013 0

Where are you Deborah?  What was your story, little girl?  Where are you now? _____    _____    _____    _____    _____   Deborah is on my mind, because I bullied her. I

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