Dear Smiley: This week’s election reminded me of a post-election promotion in Jackson, Mississippi, in the ’60s that was meant well, but...

A popular radio station decided to do something about all the political campaign signs remaining in yards, on power poles, at intersections, etc., and went on the air calling on its young audience to pick up signs to “End Political Pollution.”

The station offered all kinds of prizes as incentives.

Well, the response was swift and overwhelming. In one night thousands of campaign signs were brought to the station, and there were NO signs greeting Jackson the morning after the election!

Everybody loved it — EXCEPT for all those candidates who went to bed happy because they had made it to the runoff!

DUDLEY LEHEW, Denham Springs

Smells like Tiger spirit

Dear Smiley: About that “LSU smell.”

To the uneducated visitors who descend upon LSU, I can see where the smells are a little exotic — something frying in a cast iron pot over an open flame.

What they smell is the trinity, and it does permeate the air on a hot south Louisiana day.

The trinity is the basic starting point of all Cajun cooking — diced celery, onion and bell pepper. Add garlic and you’ve got the holy trinity.

A little sautéing, a few more ingredients and these visitors are going to enjoy a culinary masterpiece that most don’t experience outside a nice restaurant.

The trinity is your first ingredient in étouffée, gumbo, jambalaya, sauce piquant, and many more Cajun delights.

It’s not corn dogs and it won’t ever be corn dogs. But thanks to Katy Perry and other SEC schools, corn dogs will always be on our campus now. After all, they do make an excellent weapon.

Or maybe they’re smelling the roux. The explanation for what a roux is will have to wait until another day. Whatever it is, be nice and you probably will be asked to share a meal you will remember for a very long time.

KATHY GANLEY, Baton Rouge

Aging process

Dear Smiley: My first Official Senior Moment:

I decided that chili and a baked potato would make a nutritious lunch, so I pulled through the drive-through at a well-known fast food establishment.

Having ordered, I pulled up to the pay window, and the young lady told me what I owed her.

Liking sour cream with my potato, I started my question, but halfway through the words “sour cream” just would not come to my mind.

So my question sounded like, “You all wouldn’t happen to have...?”

The young lady, seeking to be helpful, said, “A senior citizen discount?”

“Heck no, I don’t want a discount!” I replied. “I want sour cream!”

Feeling older than I was a minute before, I started to pull away when my senses returned and I asked, “Well, DO you have a senior citizen discount?”

ALAN R. CRNKO, Holden

Road worrier

Dear Smiley: I laughed out loud when I read Sarah Stravinska’s article in your column about arm signals used in driving. I remember my mother using these same signals.

The neighborhood kids loved to see my mom driving, because it appeared the car was moving on its own, unless they saw her arm signals.

She was very short, and you could not see her head above the steering wheel.

Mom learned to drive later in life. My dad would often have to pull her out of ditches, because she did not want to “hog the road.”

When she would go grocery shopping at the Choctaw A&P on Saturdays, we would hold our breath, hoping that she would not end up in the ditch.

If the phone rang while she was gone, my dad would say, “I guess we need to go pull your mama out of the ditch.”

But Dad never complained about this. After all, HE did not want to do the grocery shopping.

CAROLE ACKMAN, Baton Rouge

The tallest saint

Dear Smiley:My 5-year-old daughter, Sophie, attends a Catholic school in Metairie.

In honor of All Saints Day, her teacher asked the class to dress up as the saint after whom they were named (or pick a saint, if they were not named after one) and learn two facts about him/her to recite in class.

Sophie was not named after a saint, so I told her I would help her pick one out, unless she already had one in mind.

“‘Oh, I do, Mommy! I want my saint to be Jimmy Graham!’”

JULIE KAMMER, Metairie

Those terrible twos

Dear Smiley: Whitt, our youngest grandson, was racing about at the “dinner on the ground” at church, teasing his siblings, stuffing food in his mouth, not doing what he was told and being a cute 2-year-old, when his dad was overheard saying to one of the church members, “Whitt doesn’t obey, he just agrees some of the time.”

KIM “POPS” SEAGO, Columbia, Tenn.

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