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When I was five years old, I danced in a recital at the Municipal Auditorium. I heard the place was haunted and that ghosts may be lurking.
High School Division
One year ago, Thursday (October 3rd, 2018), a man who was close to everyone’s hearts at North Caddo High and all across the state of Louisiana, died in a terrible car wreck.
My travel here wasn’t simple or thought-out. But, I made it and am ready to tell my tale.
It was March 27, 1975 in Da Nang, South Vietnam. The atmosphere was tense in the Dang household.
It was evening, and Sara was sick with a fever. Micah sat on the couch next to her reading a book about tornados because Crossroads, Louisiana was under a tornado warning.
Louisiana begins with history To others our culture is a mystery Our swamps lay low While men are playing the banjo
He came from where his wings would grow,
From the soft, thin spot on his back,
Between the shoulders, behind the heart,
I am a little girl in a Caddo Indian tribe
I wonder where all these strangers are heading to
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