I’m not sure I can properly communicate through electronic prose my excitement — nay, my joy — that a reliable boiled crawfish joint has opened one block away from my Louisiana family home. $14.99 for five pounds — a thoroughly acceptable price. I suspect my traditional five-pound gain per home visit will soon reach eight or nine.
Also, here’s my story from tomorrow’s front page, on a rural school district that’s gone from craptacular to rock-star status in a few years’ time. (Well, I phrase it differently in the story.) Notice the he’s-pushing-it use of the phrase “thousands-strong throngs.”