Your turn. If you want to see my supper and a small tribute to my dad, motor over to Eat Arkansas.

Maybe this is a place to seek tributes to dads. I’m not going to give you a sappy story. But I never thought I’d find anybody I’d rather spend time with than my dad — at least until Ellen came along. My memories center on long rides all over creation, with him at the wheel while I snoozed, to watch Lake Charles High, McNeese and LSU football. And there’s this: When you were with Brittain Waddell Brantley, you could NOT pick up the check. He was a soft touch. I’d take that as a tombstone epitaph.