Letters

Jones needs a reminder

To the editor:

Seems to me Mr. Sam Jones has forgotten the vow he took when he chose to join our military, that is to fight and protect our freedom and our way of life.

I do not live in the city limits nor do I wish to live in the city of Mobile. I think we should at least have the option to vote on the matter. Why is Sam Jones choosing areas that will pay the highest revenue? Seems to me if he really wants to serve the people of Mobile, he would include the poor areas as well.

After all, shouldn’t they be entitled to the same services as the wealthier neighborhoods?

I only have one message for Mr. Sam Jones. If I don’t get to vote on this matter, then you won’t get my vote come re-election.

Ronald E. Hill

Kudzu Queen remembered

Dear editor:

I love your trashy magazine to the point I usually take two every week from Ship and Shore here on the island (just kidding…one to a customer!!). I have been using the word lagniappe most likely longer than you have been alive, as I had a camp in Fourcheon, Louisiana a long time ago, and my Cajun Coonass friends use it a LOT!! It sure describes your magazine to a tee, as I always get more from reading it than I expect.

You have the pulse of our city under your finger, and a stranger passing thru Mobile and picking up your magazine can get a pretty good idea of our way of life, including our food, entertainment, our government, our hopes and dreams, our failures, and in general a pretty comprehensive look at what we are all about. Now that I have my nose firmly implanted in your lovely rear, I have a question… where the hell is the Kudzu Queen? I have a common bond with the woman and miss her entertaining look at our common problem.

I am an alcoholic, having celebrated the 29th anniversary of my last drink two weeks ago. When I first saw her name, Tamara Ducote, I envisioned a dark-haired Cajun queen with a pale pink hoop skirted dress, complete with a wide brimmed pink hat with a lace fringe, sort of like the Azalea Trail Maids wear, pronouncing her name Ta..mar….raa Dooo….coat !!! Dragging out the name like honey dripping off your tongue.

I loved her style of writing, and the gal had a lot of good things to say (from the mouths of babes?) and I have used some of her thoughts in my talks. My concern with her column was that she seemed to take her recovery a bit less seriously than I do. I am able to laugh at my allergy to the chemical alcohol, which had a tendency to break me out in nekkid and stupid at the damndest times. Anyway, I miss her and hope she is alright.

If you know what happened to her, let me know please. If she needs help I would hate to miss the chance to repay her for something she gave me to use in my program. She said a relapse was somewhat like a small yappy yellow mongrel dog, that never really caused a lot of pain with his constant gnawing on your leg, but after a while you looked down and found that the little bastard had gnawed your foot off.

If a pit bull is attacking me, I will pick up a gun and protect myself, but chances are I would ignore the little yellow mutt till it was way too late, and then over react. This is a very important lesson that can save my life. I miss her!!

John Whitt

Dauphin Island

Editor’s note: To the best of our knowledge, Tamara Ducote is doing just fine and is still a teacher. When we see her from time to time, she seems happy. After writing for us for some time, she just decided it wasn’t something she wanted to do any longer.

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