I was on Cloud Nine all day last Saturday, and I will be there again tonight if I decide to battle what might be a rainy day in Baton Rouge.
I had a conversation with a physician this week. Just to be clear, this was a real doctor, someone who graduated from a real medical school and all that stuff. He is not a Facebook physician or political grandstander. Nope, he is the real thing.
It’s never a good sign when the server behind a hot-food counter frowns and says this about something you want to buy: “We sell a lot of it, but I don’t eat it.”
While Louisiana's record-breaking COVID-19 numbers have become the crying stock of the country, there is a glimmer of hope. The number of people getting vaccinations in the Bayou State is rising — soaring in fact. The benefits won’t show for a whi…
As the day’s crazy news — rising COVID-19 cases, veto overrides and not, racism, community violence — started to overwhelm my thoughts, I sought an escape. Walking alone is currently my most satisfying means of coping as my new-fangled wristwatch …
Had an interesting conversation recently with an acquaintance about the alarming rise in COVID-19 cases in the state and the pitiful percentage of Louisiana residents who have been vaccinated.
It was a simple business trip on Wednesday: Drive two hours to Lake Charles, watch something happen while melting in sizzling heat, then get back in the vehicle and hightail it back to Baton Rouge. Simple enough, right?
I was looking at my media feed on Facebook recently when pain leapt from the screen into my heart. It was my friend Paula Collins writing about the murder of her grandson.
I always marvel at the unbridled laughter and inquisitiveness of my little granddaughters. I love their observations and innocent comments that rip into my heart.
“Let’s get together with Robert,” the recent spur-of-the-moment phone call went out. It was the first one like it I had sent out to this circle of friends in more than a year.
On a pleasant early evening in April 2018, I rolled through the “Bottom,” the part of Baton Rouge referred to as Old South Baton Rouge. What I saw hurt me. The slow decay of part of a once-bustling area was now hard to look at even though the prob…
I was super excited last Saturday when I rolled onto the Southern University campus in Baton Rouge. Like so many Saturdays over the years, I was headed to see the Jaguars play football.
Let me tell you a story about the truth, something that is so difficult to get out of some government officials, and especially in some media today. This was my first major lesson in the truth and sacrifice of doing what’s right.
I was driving north on Monterrey Boulevard, heading toward the intersection of Greenwell Springs Road in the eastern part of Baton Rouge as I have done thousands of times before.
With this being Black History Month, thankfully many great leaders in mine and the country’s history are being celebrated. Hopefully, schools both public and private are getting more than one day or a single program about the incredible trials and…
I was approaching the end of a grocery aisle when a woman turned the corner toward me. We stopped just short of bumping baskets. Before I could say anything — well, apologize, as my grandmother taught me to say “Excuse me” because the woman is alw…
Do you remember in early March of this year when spring and fun were on your mind? Thousands of people around Louisiana were celebrating Fat Tuesday. Fridays and weekends were times to hang out with friends or perhaps take in a basketball game.
Monday will be Nov. 16, a day I have had marked on my mental calendar since 1972. If you have followed me over the years, you’ll know what’s coming next.
Election Day is just around the corner. Thank goodness. Much of the country is exhausted by the hyperbolic rhetoric and our efforts to maintain some normalcy during the deadly months since COVID-19 arrived.
My high school civics teacher, Mrs. Hart, loved to describe in glorious detail how the local, state and national governments worked. She emphasized the importance of citizens letting their voices be heard by voting and speaking up at governmental …
You witnessed it on national TV Wednesday night just like I did. It commanded your attention. And, if you are being truthful, you will admit that you became enamored by the sight.
The guy follows behind me into the grocery store with three children tagging along. The sign at the entrance of the Central area grocery store in Baton Rouge clearly says that all persons entering must wear a mask.
If you are a regular reader of this column, you will remember how I gushed over my one-time neighbor Mary Lee Pinckney. When I was a youngster she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, for sure in the 900 block of Howard Street.
Feelings of sadness, anger, distrust and bitterness are like shards of glass slicing through America’s Black community. You witness that expressed by thousands of Black people in the streets protesting what they perceive to be unjustified killing …
Let’s get something straight. This is not an endorsement for Kamala Harris, the Democratic candidate for vice president. If you see it that way, you are wrong.
There was a time when I thought pecan trees waited for me to get up in the morning, then they would shed just enough pecans for me to easily fill a grit box for sale before 7 a.m.
Scrolling through my social media list a little over a week ago, I bumped into a live feed that stopped me in my tracks. There was a woman pacing, arms waving and speaking loudly to a small group of people. It was riveting. I couldn’t take my eyes…
You probably don’t know Mary Lee Pinkney. For the first 10 years of my life she was the most beautiful girl in the world which, for me, was mostly the 900 block of Howard Street in old South Baton Rouge.
It was a great mid-summer morning, lit with anticipation. My dad was going to take me fishing and we were going someplace that would take us over the Mississippi River Bridge.
There is great pain in the African American community right now. It’s searing through the hearts and minds from the streets in Baton Rouge to the sidewalks of Minneapolis, Minn., and all points in between.
My family recently celebrated the birthday of our 4-year-old granddaughter with a big multi-state get-together, thanks to some snazzy computer technology.
More and more these days, you just have to stop and wonder. You have to scratch your head when listening to some of the stuff rolling out of the mouths of some people. I’ve been dealing with a lot of that recently.
About two months ago, I was me. By that, I mean I was the guy who liked to have family and friends over to the house for barbecues, music and to have a good time. The more people, the merrier.
As this pandemic rolls on, the expected frustration from being cooped up for weeks, and the loss of jobs and income, has reached the boiling point.
My friend Calvin Beal died recently. He was well known around Baton Rouge for his willingness to joke, laugh and to continue talking. Beal, I never called him Calvin, was not perfect. But that line of perfect people is very, very short. I accepted…
As the number of cases and deaths mount, COVID-19, the coronavirus pandemic, continues to dominate our daily thoughts. Fear and panic are changing us. We ask the questions: When will this be over? What will life be like when this is over?
Panic and overreaction was the talk of the day on Wednesday. Folks were saying it seemed a lot of people and groups were overreacting to a bad situation. There was little real talk about how to stem the horrible problem that was staring us right i…
I saw a photograph of Hervis Rogers earlier this week on my news feed and when I saw what he had done, I almost shed a tear. He instantly made my list of heroes.
In the course of writing this column I have addressed racism, its roots, ravages and the long shadow it cast. Those columns always evoke the most responses, some with more racist vitriol than expected.
Now that we are in the heart of Black History Month, folks have read or watched presentations about the amazing stories of heroism, tragedy and pain that explain the African American experience in America.
A week ago, I had planned to go to a friend’s funeral. We were not extremely close, but we had crossed paths many times and had academic and friendly conversations. If nothing else, I would come early to speak to a couple of family members I knew …
So, I’m walking down the aisle at my neighborhood food market, searching for a certain brand of yellow cornmeal. Just then, I was startled by a guy walking my way with what looked like a .45 caliber gun on his hip. He stopped and turned to look at…