Tony Falterman, of Napoleonville, gives us a clue as to why he became a lawyer rather than a doctor:
“After a frogging trip the other night in a south Louisiana marsh, I was reminded of an incident at Nicholls State University many years ago that created quite a commotion.
“As a pre-med student, I was asked to bring our lab rats to a local laboratory and exchange them for frogs that were to be injected with dyes and used for dissection (the Health Department said our rats had to go).
“I dutifully made the exchange and brought the frogs back to campus.
“They had been in a cooler, and the ride back in a warm car invigorated them.
“I decided that I would see how students would react to an invasion, and turned loose several dozen really large frogs in the hallway between classrooms.
“When the bell rang to dismiss that period’s class, the ensuing screams led to pandemonium! The building cleared in a matter of seconds!
“I was allowed to remain in school, but my professors were reluctant to ask me to do anything that involved animals that were still breathing.”
Outdoor, indoor kids
Morris K. offers this Easter story:
“About 30 years ago, the family celebrated Easter at my brother’s place in Summit, Mississippi.
“When it was time for the Easter egg hunt, my about-3-year-old niece Sabrina ran outside in a flash, while my about-5-year-old nephew Randy Lee held my hand to lead me out.
“By the time nephew and I got outside, there was Sabrina crawling under the bushes and leaves, Easter dress a mess, while nephew held my hand and pointed at the eggs he wanted me to pick up. No way this kid was gonna get dirty.
“Fast forward 30 years — with college degrees now, nephew works in an office and niece works with the environment.”
“The federal government is constantly looking out for taxpayers,” says Gene Duke.
“Thanks to the Paper Reduction Act of 1995, it only required 77 pages to fill out our rather simple 1040 form, along with the required back-up calculation sheets.
“Otherwise, I could have been injured lifting the forms prior to the reduction act.”
Sue Sperry, aka The Metairie Misanthrope, says this one should go in our Department of Redundancy:
She has this message for people who say, “2 a.m. in the morning,” “1 p.m. in the afternoon,” etc.:
“Please stop saying it!”
The 4:17 express
Allen Crochet tells why his day — as an artist known for wood-carved paintings, working professionally as A.B. Crochet — begins at 4:17 a.m.
“My father, a sugar cane farmer in Morganza, had a work ethic hard to beat, starting at around 4:17 in the morning.
“He was up earlier to make coffee and light up the old fireplace.
“He was able to afford my tuition to LSU due to his dedication to farming and family.
“I inherited his work ethic, as my work day begins at 4:17 in the morning — after I read the paper and make coffee.”
A reader thanks “a very honest, kind person who turned in my wallet (my life, really) at Capital One on O’Neal Lane.”
Cynthia Nobles says she and Melinda Winans “are writing a cookbook/biography for LSU Press featuring the recipes and life story of Melinda’s father-in-law, Fonville Winans.”
They’re seeking folks willing to share their stories about the legendary Baton Rouge photographer.
Waiting for martins
“Dean of Martins” asks, “Where are the pretty little purple birds this year?
“Usually by mid-January we have a few scouts, and shortly after our 12 condos are booked solid.
“But this year only a couple of scouts.
“Anyone else facing this dilemma? I sure miss all the mosquito-eaters flying around!”
Special People Dept.
Betty and Iverson Gandy Sr. celebrated their 64th anniversary on Wednesday, April 1.
B. Raymond says, “I have begun to realize I have entered in my second childhood, judged by the difficulty I am having opening child-proof containers.
“There should be a law against more than one security seal, followed with enough cotton to knit a sweater for an adult hamster!
“I sometimes need to enlist help from my grandchildren.”
Stop the music!
Algie Petrere came across this story recently:
A doting father used to sing his little children to sleep until he overheard the 4-year-old tell the 3-year-old, “If you pretend you’re asleep, he stops.”
She says, “That’s probably what my children were saying as I sang, ‘I love you a bushel and a peck...’”
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