St. George of the Bayou

My grandfather was larger than life. He was equal parts family patriarch, successful businessman, Louisiana conservationist, charismatic motivational leader, and friend to nearly all who met him. When I was a young boy, my grandfather, who was known by some as a master story-teller, would sit for hours in an old wooden rocking chair overlooking the bayou. On occasion, he'd pull me into his lap and tell me the grandest stories. But there was none he loved to tell more than the legend of St. George. "Sit in my lap, boy," he'd say, "and let me tell you about my namesake." He'd lower his voice to a near whisper and start, "once upon a time...."

I'd be honored if you'd follow this story to it's conclusion. But in the meantime (and while you're here) tell me: who was the master story-teller in your family? What made them such a good yarn-spinner? *****

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How Do You Take It? (A Coffee Poetry Prompt)

coffee poetry promptThere  is  a man who beats me to the local coffee house at least once a week.  He's rugged, wears flannel and combat boots. His beard, unkempt and longish. His eyes, deeply inset. The barista asks him whether he'd like room for cream. He tells her cream  is only good when it's fronted by Eric Clapton, and catechizes that...

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August Rain: The Decisive Moment

As a boy, I lived a spell in East Texas. Somewhere on the edge of the urban sprawl, my sister and I ran barefooted down dirt roads, sat under the shade of mesquite groves, and tromped through fields of briars to the neighbor-lady's house with all the aquariums. We were home on the range and my parents let us roam free, at least mostly free.

There was a standing rule in the Haines family: don't be caught out in an East Texas lightning storm.

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Also, for those of you looking for a Titus update, Amber posted one this morning. Thanks for all the prayers. We're coming along slowly but surely.