A number of readers who lived away from Louisiana have told stories about going out to their cars to listen to LSU football games on WWL radio because they couldn’t get the games on their indoor radio.
Karen Wax Schmitt, of Denham Springs, says after husband Ed got his LSU degree in 1969 and they moved to Arkansas, this was a common practice for them:
“We would individually or together sit in the car to listen, then go inside for a while. This coming and going for three hours or so seemed normal to us.
“One day, a neighbor said the neighbors were wondering if we had ‘too much togetherness’ on Saturdays, causing arguments that resulted in one of us running to the car!
“After finishing giggling, I explained that it was LSU football. It never occurred to us what it looked like to them.
“In 1972, we moved back to Denham Springs to be near family and to be able to attend LSU games — not necessarily in that order.”
A picture of Ivy
Ivy Morgan-Corson, who lives in Illinois, decided to come to New Orleans with her husband when the band he’s in, The Boat Drunks, had a Jan. 16 gig there.
Arriving in New Orleans, she opened a local entertainment guide — and saw her picture.
It was used to promote a new exhibit, “The Body Electric,” at the Foundation Gallery on Royal Street.
The photo had been shot by Fairhope, Alabama, artist Pinky Bass, one of six artists featured in the exhibit. It was taken in summer 1986 when both Pinky and Ivy were in Italy as part of the University of Georgia’s Studies Abroad Program.
So when Pinky arrived at the gallery that evening, Ivy walked up to her and asked, “Do you know who I am?”
When Pinky hesitated, Ivy pointed to the work and said, “I’m Ivy. I’m the one in that picture.”
Ann Christian, who told me the story, added, “To say you could have knocked Pinky over with a feather would be an understatement. In complete shock, Pinky just stood there, speechless, as tears welled up in her eyes.
“Yes indeed, it’s a small world.”
(Ann says “The Body Electric” exhibit will be at The Foundation Gallery until March 1.)
Name that store
Ed Cullen, my former Advocate colleague and a world-class writer, says he noticed that “stories about downtown Matherne’s keep saying it’s the first grocery store downtown in 50 years without naming the old store. Why don’t you pose the question to your readers to see what they come up with?”
OK, readers — come up with the name and location of that store, and you can win lunch with me at the Pastime.
By the way, Ed got the answer from Davis Rhorer, of the Downtown Development District, so neither he nor Davis are eligible to enter the contest.
Sorry, guys. …
The ALS Association Louisiana-Mississippi Chapter’s “The Luckiest Man” essay contest is open to all eighth-grade students in Louisiana.
It’s based on the farewell speech of Lou Gehrig, of the New York Yankees, after he was diagnosed with ALS.
Essays 500 words or less must answer the question, “Why did Lou Gehrig consider himself ‘The Luckiest Man?’ ” Deadline for entries is March 27. There will be cash prizes, and the school with the most entries gets art supplies.
Call Jamie Craig at (800) 891-3746, ext. 2, or visit www.alsalams.org.
Thunderbird and possum
Former Baton Rougean Everett Powers, of Spartanburg, South Carolina, says, “Your mention of songs about Thunderbird wine reminds me of one I heard years ago driving through Navajo country out West.
“If I recall correctly, it went ‘I love my Kachina girl but I can’t take her drinking that Thunderbird no more.’
“And speaking about song lyrics, shortly after I moved to South Carolina 21 years ago and was worrying about leaving behind crawfish étouffée and oyster po-boys, I came across this on the radio: ‘Dead possum in the middle of the road, gonna have good eatin’ tonight.’
“Needless to say, in self-defense, I soon started importing crawfish and boudin from Louisiana.”
Drones in the news reminded Thomas Murrel, of Church Point, of the old story about the daredevil from south Louisiana who decided to try his hand at hang gliding:
“He bought all his hang gliding gear and went to Crowley. There, he climbed atop the highest rice mill building, put on his gear and jumped.
“A strong wind caught him and he was off. Soon, he neared the town of Gueydan.
“T-Boy and Frere sat below in a duck blind.
“ ‘Man, Frere,’ T-Boy cried, ‘look up yonder at that big hawk.’
“Frere grabbed his shotgun. ‘I’m gonna shoot him, me,’ he shouted. And he did.
“ ‘You killed him?’ asked T-Boy.
“Frere shook his head. ‘I don’t know if I killed him, but he sure dropped that ole boy he was carrying.’ ”
Write Smiley at Smiley@theadvocate.com. He can also be reached by fax at (225) 388-0351 or mail at P.O. Box 588, Baton Rouge, LA 70821.