I grew up in a sleepy town where the air is humid, food is fried and the same families have reserved pews in the First Baptist Church for decades. The cicadas sing every night at dusk and lightnin’ bugs play hide-and-seek among the oaks and pines jutting outside of the city limits. It’s a small Southern dream town where fall congregates around football, food and family— the trifecta of living.
What’s unique about Picayune, Mississippi is we’re located right on the border of the Louisiana/Mississippi state line. I’ve always considered our town a melting pot of the best of Southern culture – the embracing arms of Mississippi combined with the boisterousness of Louisiana.
From Tiger to Rebel: Growing up in an LSU household
