Every summer the NFL Foundation and USA Football Youth Summit choose 50 high school coaches of the year, one to represent each state, and they meet to talk about best practices for young players. The 2013 Louisiana coach of the year is Dominic Saltaformaggio, of the East Jefferson Warriors. He’s been with the team for five seasons, but has yet to win a state championship.
Laine Kaplan-Levenson joined the Warriors in pre-season practice to find out why a man waiting for a trophy is still number one.
New Orleans is often called the birthplace of jazz, famous for musicians from Louis Armstrong to Jelly Roll Morton.
The Big Easy is still central to the jazz music scene, and Sondra Bibb, host of “Jazz from the French Market with Sandra Bibb” on WWOZ, says that a number of new young artists are blending the hip hop and rock rhythms they grew with into their jazz.
The end of summer means back to school, back to the grindstone, back from vacation. And for millions of birds, it means time to fly south for the winter.
One particular type of bird — the purple martin — has spent the summer preparing for that journey under the Causeway bridge. Right where the south shore connects to the Causeway, tens of thousands of the birds have maintained a roost, with a second roost further along the bridge. They sleep under it, flying in right at sunset. The last summer stragglers are now getting ready for their flight south.
Originally published on Thu August 22, 2013 1:45 pm
State Sen. Rick Ward is dropping out of the race for Louisiana's Sixth Congressional District. According to The Times-Picayune, Ward's changed his mind because the position would require too much time away from his children. This decision comes three weeks after announcing his candidacy, and a month after switching to the Republican party in mid-July.
You know, sometimes I think we're only here, in this crazy love affair we call "life," to find our way home.
Not just that place we go to bed each night. But that space where we belong. Where we can be ourselves. Where we can live our truth.
It’s not always an easy journey. Just ask Miles.
He’s a man I met early one June morning at a corner store in Tremé. Both of us were hungry — he for pancakes, me for a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich. As we waited for the cook to work his magic, we did what you do in New Orleans. We started talking.