Here’s a “Louisiana proud” tale from Glenn Jones:

“Several years ago, my wife and I visited my sister-in-law and her husband in Maryland near the Chesapeake Bay.

“One day we visited the Naval Academy and surrounding areas, and decided to have lunch at one of the local crab shacks — which, my sister-in-law said, had the BEST crabs and seafood in the world, because the Chesapeake Bay had the freshest and best.

“We listened to her ramble on for an hour about it, and as we were chatting with the waiter, he said, ‘Yes, we do have great seafood here, but this year we’re having to import our crabs from Louisiana!’

“My sister-in-law’s chin hit the floor.

“Needless to say, I slipped the waiter an extra $20 in his tip.”

Silly me!

A couple of things I found amusing — my spouse less so:

1. Watching the LSU-ULM game Saturday night, I was alarmed when one of the ESPN announcers, as we were treated to a beautiful shot of the Interstate 10 bridge and the glistening water below, told us we were viewing Lake Pontchartrain.

I told Lady K, “Wow, I know global warming is bad, and Louisiana is losing a lot of its coastline, but I never knew it had gone that far!”

She told me I was being silly.

(Some time later the announcer issued a somewhat abject apology to the people of Louisiana, informing us that what he had mistaken for Lake Pontchartrain was in reality the Mississippi River (a logical mistake, in that they both consist of a large amount of water).

2. We recently sent Lady K’s Coach purse back to the factory to have a slight tear around the strap repaired.

When she got the purse back, it was accompanied by a nice letter telling us there was no charge for the repair and thanking us for our business.

It was signed “Dale Brown.”

I commented, “So THAT’S how Coach got its name!”

She told me I was being silly.

And, you know, I think she was right…

Think French

Regarding our mention of the practice of saying “Cheese!” for photographs, Frank Fronczek says this has never worked very well in south Louisiana:

“Too many people say ‘fromage.’”

Which reminds me

As I mentioned earlier, I was honored to be a judge for the Soirée Royale culinary competition in Opelousas.

After we finished, the judges (chefs, food industry people, food writers, etc.) got together for a photo.

As the photographer was about to shoot, one of the chefs told us, “Say ‘Boudin’!”

We did — and the picture showed us all with big smiles…

Worthy causes

The Retreat Spa on Bluebonnet will donate 20 percent of sales to Capital Area CASA Association through the end of September. Customers must present the “Relaxation for a Cause” flyer, available at www.casabr.org. CASA advocates for children in the court system.

Special People Dept.

Lily Ellzey, of Denham Springs, celebrated her 97th birthday on July 2.

On Thursday, Sept. 18, Loraine Bruner celebrates her 94th birthday.

Forget what?

Dan Burkhalter, the Carencro Curmudgeon, says he and Charlie Carmichael protest jumping my Wednesday column from Page 1B to Page 10B in The Advocate and Acadiana Advocate, rather than the usual 2B.

Dan says as older readers, they object to the move because “there are those of us who, by the time we go from Page 1B to Page 10B, will have forgotten what we were looking for.”

Different techniques

Marvin Borgmeyer came across this gem:

A mechanic was removing a cylinder head when he spotted a well-known cardiologist in his shop, waiting for the service manager.

The mechanic shouted across the garage, “Hey Doc, want to take a look at this?”

The cardiologist, a bit surprised, walked over to him, and the mechanic said to him:

“So Doc, look at this engine. I opened its heart, took the valves out, repaired or replaced anything damaged, and then put everything back in, and when I finished it worked just like new.

“So how is it that I make $64,000 a year and you make a million, when you and I are doing basically the same work?”

The cardiologist replied, ‘Try doing it with the engine running.’”

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.