Articles by Bert Montgomery
Roger Miller sings about trailers, be they for sale or rent. Kid Rock reminds us that unlike Ice Cube, he ain’t outta Compton but straight outta trailer. And Jimmy Buffet, the son of a son of a sailor, is just glad he doesn’t live in a trailer.
January 8, to be exact.
It’s Elvis’ birthday.
Archie Manning wore the number 8 on his jersey. He is everyone’s
all-time favorite Saint.
Speaking of the New Orleans Saints, at 13-3, they are undeniably one
of the best teams in the NFL (so what if they lost these last three
games?!) and are going into the playoffs. I’m pulling for them to make it into the Super Bowl.
The New Orleans Saints have a perfect record and are serious contenders for the Super Bowl.
Things sure have changed since I was in the Famous Maroon Band. Back in 1986, I was a trombonist (one of among 30-plus trombones) in the band. Dr. Kent Sills (or, “Doc”) was director of bands; Mr. Bob Taylor (“Mr. T”) was assistant director. MSU football legend Rockey Felker was in his first season as the Bulldogs’ head coach.
Uncle Obed, from over in the northern Mississippi Delta, drove a mobile medic truck during World War II. His son, my cousin Ricky, says the stories Uncle Obed told resembled the chaos that was made famous by M*A*S*H (even though that was set in Korea). Uncle Obed returned from Europe and continued farming in the Delta.
Reid’s note grabbed my immediate attention: “Jury selection begins today in the capital murder trial of Bobby Batiste. Batiste stands accused of murdering Andreas Galanis. Both young men were students at Mississippi State. Andreas Galanis was a friend of mine.”
Written on Saturday, Oct. 3, prior to the MSU/Georgia Tech football game.
“Nice to see the faculty raises being put to good use!” joked a school administrator to an MSU professor, referring to the huge banner of Coach Dan Mullen hanging along the side of one of the stadium ramps.
“I hate LSU!” These may very well be some of the very first words I ever heard. Still today, if you ever meet my parents (especially my mother), you’ll hear them, too.
As a child growing up in the Church I learned the cute little children’s song “Father Abraham” (and it’s corresponding physical movements):
Father Abraham had many sons, many sons had Father Abraham
I am one of them and so are you, so let’s just praise the Lord!
Right arm! Left arm!
Four years ago I was at home with my wife and sons, sleeping in my bed, and going on with the routines of my life up in Kentucky. Four years ago, Hurricane Katrina hit the Gulf Coast, then levees broke and water inundated the city of my birth. My best friends from high school down in St. Charles Parish had been forced to scatter; I learned later that some were in Florida, many had gone to Texas, and others into the mid-west.