Our Ponchatoula by Ole Hardhide the Alligator

 

By Ole Hardhide

The Alligator

 

You humans really do have your moments of pure goodness – few and far between, but still . . .

I am thinking here of the wild benefit night that friends threw for Samantha Dufrene the breast cancer warrior at that woman-centric fundraiser Sunday held at Stray Cats. Sean Benoit, you can invite back to Our Ponchatoula those Mandy Milk Shakers? Any time.

The Preacher TV series can be a bit hard to watch because of the torture etc. But it is worth it if you can catch a glimpse of Millville actor and retired Captain Ronnie Centanni.

A dentist and a manicurist married. They fought tooth and nail.

If you want to see the proud Ole Pinchpenny the Publisher humbled, you should turn to page two.

A will is a dead giveaway.

The great Louisiana jurist and fisherman Jim Wattigny assured me: “When fish are in schools, they sometimes take debate.”

When I grow up I want to be the Ponchatoula mayor, police chief, tax collector or clerk whose base pays went up at Monday night’s meeting 12% for the top two elected officials ($69,643 base for the mayor, $64,030 police chief) 7% for the tax collector 14% for the city clerk.

Now that, mind you is the “base” salary upon which altar the real loot and sumptuous perks are laid.

You do not want to know how much per minute the council members rake in.
With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.

Hey Dr. Haight, now that Ponchatoula is returning to your family that tract of land where the city had designs at one time to build a street, what are your plans? A landing strip for ultra-lights?
A boiled egg is hard to beat.

Ponchatoula Police were called to a day care center where a three-year-old was resisting a rest.
Did you hear about the fellow whose whole left side was cut off? He’s all right now.