David Soulier passes along this memory to me:

“Twenty years ago this past April, you wrote about a letter you received from a man who witnessed a marriage proposal on the top of the State Capitol. The man took a Polaroid picture and gave it to the young couple right after she said yes.

“Well, I was the young man in that photo, and we still have it. We just passed our 20th anniversary, and I want to thank you for capturing that special moment for us.”

Cupid at the bar

Sue Conran says our mention of old Baton Rouge bars reminded her of this:

“I went to work at Southern Bell as a service representative in 1959 right after graduation.

“One of my co-workers brought her brother, a Marine in uniform, to the office.

“After they left, he went to Ellis’ Lounge and called through the switchboard and asked me out.

“Of course I said yes, and we have been married for 54 years.

“We also used to go to Sammy’s so I could sing along with Nelrose English. Great fun, great memories.”

Bar talk

The volume of responses I received after mentioning old Baton Rouge bars says a lot about the interests of my readers.

Several readers reminded me that Sammy’s was on Adams Avenue and North Foster, not Choctaw.

And Walter B. Merrill, of Plano, Texas, pleads, “Please do not overlook EJ’s Lounge on Tom Drive. That was a favorite watering hole for the engineering community for many years! It was operated by Peggy and E.J. Daigle, and was the home of the ‘No cussin’, no fussin’’ mural!”

The write stuff

We touched on this subject a while back, but I need to take a moment and congratulate the readers who take the time to actually write me letters and to often write them in beautiful cursive.

My letters, now called “snail mail,” are only a tiny part of the communications I receive daily (now 90 to 95 percent email), but I enjoy getting them. They’re usually from older readers trained in the art of “penmanship,” now a forgotten term.

In many ways email is a far superior way to get information. It’s immediate, and I can easily reach the writer if I have a question about the note.

But there’s still something comforting about a handwritten letter on nice stationary.

And I find the grammar is usually much better on such letters.

Thanks for writing, folks …

Tracking Santa

Andrew Lefebvre, of Baton Rouge, says, “While enjoying this time of year, I was reminded of my younger days watching Buckskin Bill.

“This time of year brought out the ‘World’s only Solar Polar 28-TM9 modification AR transmitter.’

“The ‘995ers’ (radio operators) kept it going so Santa could be tracked all the way at the North Pole.

“It’s a wonderful time of the year. Merry Christmas to all.”

Tough words

More entries for our list of memorable insults:

— From George E. McLean, of Metairie: “He’s got a two-cylinder brain with an eight-cylinder exhaust.”

— From Billy Myers: “If you could buy him for what he’s worth and sell him for what he thinks he’s worth you would be a millionaire.”

Special People Dept.

— Trina O. Scott, of Baton Rouge, the former mayor of New Roads, celebrates her 95th birthday Monday, Dec. 14.

— George Hill, of Amber Terrace Assisted Living, celebrated his 92nd birthday Tuesday, Dec. 8.

— Donald Urquhart, also of Amber Terrace, celebrates his 91st birthday Monday, Dec. 14.

Thought for the Day

From Glenn Giro, of Denham Springs, “The knowledge that I am an underachiever came to me through no effort on my part.”

Remember what?

Marvin Borgmeyer says, “The biggest lie I tell myself is, ‘I don’t need to write that down, I’ll remember it.’”

Phonetically correct

Bob B., of Baton Rouge, says, “While returning from a vacation recently, I was driving through a neighboring state when I got behind a rather slow-moving vehicle towing another.

“On further observation, the pickup pulling the car was old and looked as though it was held together with chewing gum and wire.

“The equally old car had a sign on its rear bumper that simply said, ‘IN TOE.’”

A laughing matter

Algie Petrere tells this boss joke:

The boss joined a group of his workers at the coffee pot and told a series of jokes he’d heard recently.

Everybody laughed loudly.

Everybody, that is, except Mike.

When he noticed that he was getting no reaction from Mike, the boss said, “What’s the matter, Mike? No sense of humor?”

“My sense of humor is fine,” he said. “But I don’t have to laugh. I’m quitting tomorrow.”

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.