|No one is naughty in Eunice, LA.|
It is true that I am perfectly content staying in my neighborhood, but, for whatever reason, I have an itch that only Eunice can scratch. I visited Eunice recently, and Eunice got under my skin.
I happen to know some of what is going on in Eunice, Louisiana because I have been receiving a one-month subscription to the fair city's newspaper of record, for the past month. "What is it called?" you ask. It is called The Eunice News. It is a paring of words that is that is not mentioned once in the wikipedia. It is well-known around Eunice, though. The paper is published every Thursday and Sunday. The Sunday edition also contains a Parade Magazine. There are no comic strips. The children of Eunice don't need any enticements to read the inspirational musings of the current week's Student of the Week.
So, what do I know from reading the Eunice News when it is delivered via USPS every Saturday and Tuesday? There seems to be a lot of crime in Eunice, Louisiana, but no more than one would find in any other major city. There seems to be secret sex offender court that keeps all its records sealed. The Eunice News is trying to inform the public, but is being stymied by the local judiciary. None of it makes any sense. The state is auditing the school board for some kind of budget discrepancy. The editorial page broadcasts very interesting opinions.
Did you know they celebrate Mardi Gras in Eunice, LA? I read about it in The Eunice News. Now that I've read about it for a month, I know where I'll be next Mardi Gras: in Eunice, Louisiana.
The hometown favorite, farm team, the Lady Cats are full of pulchritude and spunk.
So, I know a little bit about Eunice, LA. I know what I read. I still don't know what it is like to live in Eunice. I don't know what it is like to wake up in the morning and say, "I'm in Eunice, today!" I don't know what life is like at the Gateway to the Cajun Prairie, but I'd like to learn on which side I belong. I suspect a little bit of both. I've had a taste, now I hanker for a meal. I have to sample some more of Eunice's famed hospitality.
The sun does not always shine on Eunice, Louisiana, but, when it does, boy! does it shine. At least that's what I read in the newspaper. When people are good neighbors, a community has a heart as big as Eunice, LA. Home is where the heart is.
I have not spent long enough in Eunice's arms, pressed close to her ample bosom. I am not the first person to say this. I have not gotten to know Eunice as well as I should. How many people say that? More than you would suppose. Eunice casts a spell.
I have never seen the starry sky above Fairground Park, but I will some day. I have never chased a chicken. If Liberty is theater, then I dream of Eunice, a city in which dreams are set free. No other fair city in LA is more fairly named.
|I'm going to Eunice, LA.|