C.B. Forgotston:  He Could Not Have Loved Louisiana More 

by:  Elliott Stonecipher 

January 5, 2016

 

 

 
 
No doubt surprising to many, there are among us in Louisiana a tiny number who have loved our 
state nearly every day of their lives.  This rare breed of Louisianans go to work for us in their 
teens.  Among them I have known and worked with more than a few, with none more remarkable 
than C.B. Forgotston. 
 
Oh, yes, these are dyed-in-the-wool LSU sports fans.  We read T. Harry Williams' Huey Long 
not long before or after Catcher in the Rye, and while intending no slight to Mr. Salinger, Huey 
Long
 speaks more directly to our hearts.  Heck, many have carefully preserved their vinyl of 
Randy Newman's Good Ol Boys, and can to this day recite, if not sing, "Rednecks," and 
"Louisiana 1927," and "Kingfish."  On the radio, Irma Thomas, Doug Kershaw and Aaron 
Neville put our souls to music.   
 
These of us, northern and southern, Catholic and Protestant, country and citified, stand out in our 
measure of caring about Louisiana, and the next calamity always and certainly just ahead.  Going 
back to Huey Long at least, up to and including John Bel Edwards, these can name our 
governors, in order.  They not only know that the "W" in Governor Edwin W. Edwards' name 
stands for "Washington," they know Governor Edwards.  These have hands scarred and callused 
by politics and government, the true, and often awful, test of this commitment. 
 
These are our very own endangered few.  They work for no pay, no matter how full-time the 
job.  There are almost none of these waiting their time and turn to work for Louisiana.  Such is 
fact for many reasons, not the least of which are the costs of loving too much when so 
outnumbered.   
 
These Louisianans are almost never in any way honored because they are not politicians.  They 
are, in fact, anti-politicians.  They know more than others, yet never cease their studying.  Thus 
armed, they come out firing names and acts of those who so terribly damage us from within.  No, 
there is no Hall of Fame for these.  If we cared enough, perhaps there would be.  Then and 
certainly, the first inductee would be C.B. Forgotston. 
 
Regardless that most Louisianans did not know him, he was working for all of us, all the time.  
He lived - lived - his hope for a Louisiana which would, at least, care enough to save itself.  I was 
blessed, truly, to be his friend and fellow laborer.  What he knew about us was encyclopedic.  
How much he cared about our place was epic. 
 
C.B. loved Louisiana enough to fight for it.  Yes, fight, for it.  He did not hide in the relative 
safety of merely umpiring our unruly contest for Louisiana's heart and soul, he batted and caught 
and ran the bases ... then called the balls and strikes.  No one I have known in a lifetime here 
ever did more, or did it with more love of what Louisiana has been before, and could yet be 
again. 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 

 

 
 
No, C.B. never ran from our can-to-can't fight for a decent Louisiana future.  He was thus 
attacked from every one of the 360 degrees of our political and governmental compass.  To their 
regret, I trust, he was as likely to be disrespected by some in our news media as he was 
disrespected by the army of those in politics and government who, after they fake their Oaths of 
service, never give us meaningful thought.  Their studied self-service is our curse, and no one 
knew that better, or fought it harder, than C.B.  
 
We the people of the Louisiana who C.B. so loved, cannot replace him.  That, to those who care, 
is his measure.   
 
Very soon, we will say our last goodbyes to this remarkable man.  I will do so with certain 
knowledge that I have never known a person who loved Louisiana and its people more.