Who dat say who dat when I say who dat? Part 2

It’s something my father would jokingly quote from time to time for no apparent reason. I would wager a guess that my three oldest children still recall hearing him say it. I wish he were here now so I could ask him where he first heard that phrase and why it came to his mind so often. It was just something Daddy said, we accepted it; and while I can’t speak for my siblings, I was even amused by it.

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Winter Delights

I was so excited about and inspired by the appearance of the great horned owl nesting in the oak tree at Camp Dularge last weekend, that I decided to take photos of the flowers that are still blooming despite temperatures that have dropped close to freezing a couple times already.

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Who dat say who dat when I say who dat? Part 1

It’s a Sunday morning, a very still, quiet morning–the morning after the New Orleans Saints won a playoff victory while tens of thousands of Who Dat Nationals chanted and cheer them on. They must have chanted well into the night, as indicated by the absence of Who Datters posting on the ever-popular social networking web site, Facebook.

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