I was born and raised in Mississippi, but deep in my heart, I’m a swamp rat from Louisiana.
In 1981, I moved my family to New Orleans and we lived there for four years – right through the World’s Fair. We fell in love with the city and spent summers at Grand Isle, crabbing and fishing for reds.
Tonight, I sobbed as Diane Sawyer related the nightmare that is occurring in my favorite state because of the oil disaster. A beautiful man who ran a charter boat service related how he loved taking families out to fish in the deep seas. I remember him. He took us out.
When the oil spill happened, his phone never rang again. Yesterday, he committed suicide.
I would like to boycott BP, but I want them to be able to pay the people whose lives they have destroyed. I know that no one wanted this to happen, but we put men on the moon, and it’s time to come up with something to help our families hurting on the Gulf.