Editorial

If the thought of "I'm not paying a garbage fee, I'm moving to Bossier" crossed your mind, you might want do some homework.

On this date four years ago, legendary country music singer George Jones passed away. My Nonnie was the biggest George Jones fan I have ever know.

There aren't many things in this world that make my blood boil with red hot fury. One thing that makes me want to scream obscenities at the top of my lungs is when people don't know how to use a parking lot.

I am, in fact, living my childhood dream to work in radio. That makes me a lucky guy! Let me tell you how it all started...

It is the bane of my existence. When it's coming closer, I get sweaty palms and my stomach turns a flip, especially during any sort of rush hour.

It's funny where we find sentimentality. Our nature forces us to place emotions on certain things because they remind us of a place, time, or person. And the things that are sentimental to us, for whatever reason, can range from a blanket to a piece of furniture. In my case, it's Zebra Finches.

Over the past few weeks, this nation has suffered great losses due to violent acts. Lives were taken away, and families are struggling. How we deal with that loss is a personal journey of grief, understanding, and letting go.

I have a weakness. Some might call it a problem. I call it my Kryptonite. And someone put it in our kitchen.

July 4th is here. It is the birthday of our great country. A time to celebrate with family and friends as we barbecue, drink festively, and blow things up!