Anna Monica / L’Observateur / November 15, 2000

Well, folks, you know most of the story, and we will be in limbo until we hear the rest of the story. But it’s the same old story. This election thinginsults my intelligence. For days, there are simply two stories; the onetold by all the Republicans and the one told by all the Democrats. It’sfascinatingly stupid! Everyone has a good argument, and if we allow our minds to continually be played with, our opinions will swing like a pendulum and the rest of us will be just as confused as the press and the parties. I’ll tell you what,though; in this country we don’t re-vote. We have to face it, and I don’tmean to be terribly critical of my fellow Americans, but the truth is quite a few voters simply messed up. When I was voting I called out, “I don’tsee the amendments!” Easily solved. “They are at the top, Anna.” Sometimes we aren’t exactly smart, if you get my drift. This happenseverywhere and we just have to live with it! I’ll let everyone else write more about it. Meanwhile, I will tell you whatsome of us did to get away from the stress and the stories that are being re-told until we could go positively mad. We went to a football game. DidI mention stress? I haven’t been to a college game in a long time, probably since Frankie coached at Tulane. We went to Lafayette to see ULL getsoundly beat and to see my nephew, Wayne, in the ULL bright red shirt.

Right now he is doing a little with the special teams, but we hope to see him have more action in the future.

First, though, we went to Wayne’s apartment to bring food (they said they were starving), drinks, clean clothes and all the things moms know their college-age kids need. Besides, they were also broke and were indesperate need of care packages. Parents, you know the routine!Nephew Nicholas lives with Wayne (they are four in there) and to walk into the room they share was to do so at our own risk. I don’t like unmade beds. However, my nephews don’t share this passion with me, so I simply tripped over their piles of clothes and other various and sundry things on the floor to make the beds. They don’t care. I felt better. Maria was busy inthe kitchen, straightening up and putting away the food that would keep these young men from death’s door. Oh yes, she was cleaning up, too.The football stadium, “the Swamp,” at ULL is wonderfully laid out. I wasvery impressed that the band, in colorful red and black uniforms, plays and marches all around the stadium before the game, stands and plays near the end zone until game time. That was great! Since it was the last homegame all the seniors were introduced with their parents or sponsors. It isalso the 100th year for the university, so at half time the number 100 in the end zone was lit up as fireworks shot into the sky. The field itself isrecessed (that’s why they call it the Swamp) and circled by a grassy embankment. You would like the video scoreboard, too, which they tell mecost $1.5 million. Oh, the price of instant replay!You bet it was cold on Saturday night. My, how I miss the Dome. It wasgood to get into a warm restaurant afterward. That way we were able tothaw out and continue our discussion of, yes, the ill-fated election. Mybrother, Carl, the perennial Democrat, was with us, and just like everyone else, we couldn’t get anywhere!

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