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The Obituary of Sears

Pierre Fontenot October 5, 2018 Comments Off on The Obituary of Sears

Towards dusk, going to the local mall, I park where I’ve always parked, on the Sear’s side.  Something didn’t look right.  The glass doors were there, the lights were on, but inside, a store

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Friday Night Football: Small School Version

Pierre Fontenot September 21, 2018 Comments Off on Friday Night Football: Small School Version

Doing the where-you-froms with a stranger, tell him my roots are in a little town called Oberlin.  He says “Hoyle Granger!  I played against him.” “How’d that work out for you?” “Ankles ‘n shoelaces. 

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Tall Tales From A Picker

Pierre Fontenot September 10, 2018 Comments Off on Tall Tales From A Picker

Gassing up in Texas, I notice this pickup up-to-here with junk.  Here comes the guy. “Admiring your load,” I say.   “Man, I got barns full.” Two kinds of people in my business: dabblers,

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Pearls Cast Before Swine

Pierre Fontenot August 16, 2018 Comments Off on Pearls Cast Before Swine

Love is a pearl. Other nice words too: friendship, loyalty, good intentions and sincerity, patience, and second chances beyond the count.         Unselfishness is a pearl.  By the act we acknowledge

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Jimmy Carter: Our Greatest Ex-President

Pierre Fontenot August 2, 2018 Comments Off on Jimmy Carter: Our Greatest Ex-President

Let’s Begin Our Story With A Public Humiliation Defeating an incumbent president is hard to do.  One term presidents include such duds as Taft, Van Buren, and Hoover, but the list is small.  On

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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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