Spot on, chappy. Ma brotha’ Lamar makes it a’ sing with heavenly truth.


I was born and raised in a part of the country that refers to itself as “Sportsman’s Paradise.” In South Louisiana, people like to say that there are four seasons- football, Carnival, festival, and crawfish- but if you drive a few miles north, many folks would argue that the four seasons are actually deer, duck, dove, and Christmas. When I was in elementary school, during show and tell, kids would sometimes bring pictures of themselves sitting atop deer carcasses. Sometimes, the local newspaper would even print these photos. I’ll never forget when, in the fourth grade, one of my classmates, a boy who had been picked on for being scrawny and short, was sent home after he showed up with a dead squirrel in his backpack. He’d just wanted us to know that he’d shot that stupid squirrel, that he wasn’t a wimp; he was a hunter.

As a kid, I…

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About Lamar Parmentel lead curator; enjoyer of bourbon, the dynasty and the beverage. Reside in New Orleans. Louisiane peut vivre éternellement

Posted on December 16, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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