The College Years: LSU, of course!

For those of you who may have been residing under a small rock for most of your life, the LSU referred to in the heading is the internationally acclaimed Louisiana State University, Baton Rouge, Louisiana, my home on and off for six(’58 to’64) glorious years. Most of those years are something of a blur in my mind. Time is pretty hard on the aging memory, but, if you have nothing better to do and just need to kill a little time, I’ll share what I do remember that’s publishable and may be of interest to one or two of you. Because that’s what my producers, the infamous PicTew Group told me to do.
Bear in mind the on and off part mentioned above as I was working full time as a deputy sheriff, helping rear a beautiful baby girl, dumpster dipping for refundable coke bottles, and touring as a potential rock star. Oh! I failed to mention that I had at this time just released my second rock and roll hit recording which was enjoying “regional hit” status (that region being at least one side of the street where my parents resided. Not bad, huh?)<b...

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A Career in Law Enforcement for Fun and Profit



Way back in the dark ages of wars and protesters and sex, love and drugs, and more to my liking, fifty cent gas, two bit beer, and real Rock & Roll of the early sixties I was pursuing a degree or two from the Illustrious Louisiana State University while moonlighting as a Deputy Sheriff with the East Baton Rouge Parish (that’s County to you non-Louzanans) Sheriff’s Office. Thanks to a benevolent Sheriff and a hard working loving father, that’s how I finally managed a hand full of Majors and a degree in General Studies. Which I discovered all too soon didn’t qualify me for a damn thing except a lot of southern pride and bit of wit. So I stayed a Cop. Heck I was making almost $300 a month! What fool would leave that?

As eluded to earlier another monster had entered the convoluted Sixties; the ruin of youth, the crippler of families, and basically the destroyer of the American way - Demon Drugs. Fortunately yours truly was there to save ‘em all! The all powerful hi...

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The Lottery Years Part One

The original Louisiana Lottery sleeps with the fishes somewhere off the coast of some indescript Caribbean island, banished from the great state of Louisiana in the late 1890’s amid unsubstantiated accusations of graft, corruption and fraud.
As Louisiana’s native favorite son, I can unequivocally say it ain’t so cause I know after living damn near three quarters of a century off the fruits and fiber of this land (not the cereal): there’s no graft, or corruption, or fraud sustainable in the climate of this land of milk and honey! Furthermore I currently hold in my hand (I can type with one hand) a glass encased 0riginal “Monthly Twenty Dollar Drawing” LA Lottery ticket dated for the drawing of Tuesday September 10,1889 and authenticated by the signature of the honorable General G.T. Beauregard! I dare any living soul, Yankee or Rebel, to question this fine gentleman’s integrity!
Regardless, my dear reader, the first Louisiana Lottery died an unceremonious death in offshore exile way back then. The crucial details of this historic ...

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You are my Sunshine

 
My dear friend, the late Jimmy Davis, recording artist, motion picture star, and former Governor of Louisiana wrote and recorded “You Are My Sunshine” way back when and it’s been covered regularly ever since by everyone from Lawrence Welk to Ray Charles. Why do I introduce this bit about Sunshine before the real reason for the bit; Sunshine Electronic Display Corporation? Simply because I just glanced at a beautifully framed, autographed original poster of my good friend, the late Governor Davis astride his horse Sunshine… hanging just a bit canted to the port on my office wall and I deemed it important if not indeed an omen! That’s why! So there!
T’was the spring of ’92 – I remember like it was yesterday. Wait a minute. Make that the summer of ’92. No-no it was the summer of ’93? That’s it the summer of ‘93! Guess I remember it like it was day before yesterday? What the heck! At least I do remember it. I think? We’ll see as this thing progresses.
Here we go… sometime in t...

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The Day The Swamp Froze
By Bonnie Fussell on February 19, 2014
“The swamp is freezing - the swamp is freezing”, recited in the meter of Chicken Little’s infamous “the sky is falling”, was springing from the thoughts and throats of us warm blooded and warm loving southern folks and ringing off of the cypress trees and frozen waters of the Maurepas Swamp and most of the rest of south Louisiana for several days in late January, early February 2014.

That every four or five or so yearly phenomenon has reared its ugly head in...
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A Boy Named Sue
By Bonnie Fussell on January 15, 2014
I realize it’s a bit late in the Bit to delve into why I am what I am and why I’m named what I am or whatever. If that makes sense hang in there and probably the rest of my rambling may do so as well. Anyway, in response to thousands (give or take a few) of requests, obviously from newcomers to the Bit, I will attempt to satisfy your craving to know the origin and reason for my being   blessed, or maybe saddled, with the often perceived to be of the feminine gender given...
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The Real-Real, not TV Real, Louisiana Alligator Hunting Story
By Bonnie Fussell on December 16, 2013
Kindly afford your ole pal, Bon of the Bit, just a bit of an apology for his remissness in failing all you alligator enthusiasts and potential serious hunters of that prehistoric reptile for failing to properly, professionally, and timely alert you to the opening of the real, honest to goodness (old southern expression), real as life, Louisiana alligator hunting season (not the tv-tube type) - my fault – my bad - my screw-up and near fatal error. Admission of guilt dutifully offered...
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Keep Your Boots On, Cowboy
By Bonnie Fussell on November 18, 2013
Believe me my friends, I’ve walked a lot of miles and kicked a bunch of stones in my extended stay here on our dear mother earth. I was born into the birth of a world war, lived through a couple others just as devastating and tragic but with lesser names, rode out countless hurricanes, even lived through a sunny south freeze or two a while back. I’ve been shot, (quite small .177 caliber projectile, thankfully) cut, beat-up, tore-down, rode hard and put up wet. I would, with your...
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Scary Time in the Swamp
By Bonnie Fussell on October 16, 2013
Season of the Witch, Halloween, All Saints Day, etc., etc., etc., whatever one terms it, or the nomenclature used to label it, the spirit of the season remains scary, Spooky Scary! Of course most of us “intelligent adults” understand the true meaning of All Saints Day, but that aside the Spooky Season is still upon us and lives in the hearts and minds of millions of costumed pint sized witches and goblins, Super and Bat Men, ghouls, fairies, cowboys and Indians, and the list grows...
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