When I mentioned the quest for a new name for the New Orleans Zephyrs baseball team, I thought I might get some silly suggestions from my readers.
I was right.
But, thanks to “The Biscuit Boys,” who meet Tuesday mornings at Crawford’s Two for breakfast and deep thinking, I have some ideas for a new team name that take the project to a whole new level. (Whether that level is up or down is for you to decide. …)
Perry Snyder says at the group’s last meeting, “ideas for a new name flowed like green beer on St. Patrick’s Day, which is not to suggest that Crawford’s Two serves such a beverage in the morning.”
He credits Bob Keich with the “New Orleans Hueys” or “Crescent City Kingfish” to “honor the memory of the late Huey Pierce Long.”
“A native of upstate New York, Gary Shetler thinks ‘New Orleans Knickerbockers’ has a good ring to it.”
Perry says his wife, Cindy, favors the “Garden Districters,” adding that it “adds a patina of refinement to the team.”
And Perry himself, succumbing to nostalgia, says, “The New Orleans Pelicans is my back-to-the-future entry. Many a night in the 1950s I would cheer for Pels like Bob Friend, Elroy Face, Dale Long, Clem ‘Scooter’ Koshorek and Phillipe Montemayor, to name but five boys of long-ago summers. So the local hoopsters call themselves the Pelicans. There’s no law against two pro franchises in the same city sharing the same name.”
Phillip Daigle, of Hammond, has this suggestion for a new name for the New Orleans Zephyrs baseball team: The NOBBs.
He explains: “NOBBs has that ‘N.O.’ thing working for it, but the real identification is ‘Not Owned By Benson.’
“At no additional charge, here’s a great slogan: ‘Let’s all hobnob with the NOBBs!’”
The ferry preacher
Bob Downing comments on the story about the old Baton Rouge ferry and George H. West, the preacher in white who stood holding a cross in the water by the ferry landing, offering to baptize ferry riders:
“I grew up seeing him ‘down by the riverside,’ but until The Advocate’s story Sunday about the ferry I never knew his name.
“I heard people say he tried to walk across the Mississippi but only got up to his knees.
“However, the best story I heard was that he was charged with vagrancy for having no visible means of support.
“Judge Tom Pugh on City Court asked him his name and he said, ‘Jesus.’
“Judge Pugh replied, ‘Well, I am not going down in history as Pontius Pugh — not guilty!’”
Marines James A. Pilet III and Ronald Altobello question the Monday item about a recruit who blurted out that he wasn’t a “boy” but a Marine.
They say the drill instructor (not “drill sergeant”) would have forcefully explained to the lad (as the recruit did many pushups) that, as James says, “the title of ‘Marine’ is earned and not given. Recruits are never addressed as Marine or allowed to call themselves Marine.”
Ronald adds, “A recruit is not a Marine until after 13 weeks of boot camp. Many recruits do not make it through boot camp to become a Marine.”
“I overheard this conversation between two ladies at the grocery recently,” says Ron Thibodeaux, of Baton Rouge:
“I never repeat gossip, so listen close because I’m just gonna tell you this one time!”
After a reader in the Monday column thanked a person named “Batts” for the raised reflectors that mark highway lanes (and are especially helpful in dark and stormy weather), Tom Willingham told us the name of the guy responsible was Botts, not Batts.
Dr. Elbert Dysart Botts, an engineer with the California Department of Transportation, is credited with the invention of “Botts’ dots.”
In 1966 the California Legislature mandated the use of the reflectors for marking lanes. Many other states, including Louisiana, now use them.
Let ’em flirt!
Dudley Lehew, of Marrero, was taken aback by the revelation in the Tuesday column that some people object to food servers who address customers as “Honey.”
“Prohibit waitresses from asking, ‘What can I do for you, Honey?’
“Those treasured moments bring a giant smile (well, OK, an evil grin) to this gray-haired octogenarian’s face as the possibilities run wild!”
Damp bad idea
Doug Johnson, of Watson, offers this true confession:
“Last week, as I was finishing breakfast, I noticed that some dark clouds were approaching.
“Remembering that I had a small task to do outside, my first thought was that I should hurry and get it done before the rain started.
“The task was to water my vegetable garden.
“In my defense, it only took a second to realize just how stupid that thought was.”
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