Ducks Mahal

“Your efforts on the domestic front have certainly paid off, Libra. Your home is looking wonderful. Everyone who enters says so. Some unexpected visitors may stop by for a quick hello and wind up staying for dinner. You are a natural, gracious host, not to mention a great cook. Who can blame your guests for [...]

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Why am I writing so much these days?  It’s not like I have a lot of time on my hands.  Well, actually I do. In the center of this robust economy where the CEO of Toyota is flying to D.C. to commit hari-kari before a congressional hearing and Dell is going to hell in a [...]

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I have well meaning friends whom grace my email with masse distribution.  These people are like little factories, cranking out PowerPoint presentations and pics of the cutest animals in the world, or the most breathtaking landscapes imaginable and Christian messages of hope and God loves you and feel good climate control and save the world [...]

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I’m outraged and perplexed and should be speechless. This Friday, after three months of psycho act cleansing at Pine Grove Behavioral Health & Addiction Services a half hour’s ride up the road from where I live, he stands before a crowd of handpicked friends and family, sans his tremendously gorgeous wife, and says, “Hi, I’m [...]

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This is an update report compendium status memo overview on the dump-off dog. But, before unleashing the recent goings-on at the Ducks Mahal house of questionable logic regards adopting a dump-off dog, like, “What were we thinking,” I have to post a sidebar mention regards my cultured ability to judge aesthetically the pedigree of animals, [...]

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Oh, about 237 years ago, on this day, I was a wee young lad and dressed up in costume (usually a cowboy outfit) and headed with family to a reserved spot on St. Charles Ave. in New Orleans to watch the Mardi Gras parades.  Oh, the fond memories. Each year the tradition was people who [...]

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Let the bitch session begin: I have done my best to separate myself from “Mainstream America.” I purposefully moved from the gallop-paced lifestyle of California to a slow canter of Mississippi. I’m not ready for retirement, really, but I got no ambition to climb a ladder either. Sorry, but that pursuit is for people who [...]

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As a kid, I and my buddies teased a childhood friend in a fun way.  His name was Jack.  Every time we saw Jack we’d say, “Hi Jack,” then we’d raise our hands in the air like we were being held up at gun point.  Get it?  Hijack?  I know, silly childhood thing but we [...]

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