Proving that you people have WAY too much time on your hands, entries keep pouring in for Smiley’s Poetry Contest. And they cover a wide range of topics. For instance:

— Pat Alba, of Metairie, titles her seasonal poem “Dog Days:”

“I try to wax poetic,

Although I’m apathetic:

The more humidity,

The less lucidity.”

— David Couvillon, in “2B or not 2B,” gets personal as he addresses the issue of my column jumping around the B section:

“For Smiley’s editors, a daily conundrum

Louisiana and lives are never humdrum.

Column inches by submitted sages

Force readers to search other pages!”

— Enid Bardes, of Metairie, captures the essential nature of our aloof furry friends:

“I have a cat named PattyCat,

She bosses me around like I am some old bat,

She wakes me up at the crack of dawn,

She demands her kibbles every morn.

She ‘meow, meows’ at me all day,

Sometimes I think I’ll run away.

But then at night after she is fed,

She thinks I’m lucky if she jumps in my bed.”

Speaking of poetry

I’ll be winding up Smiley’s Poetry Contest next week...Tuesday, or maybe Wednesday, although it could be Thursday...

We have a panel of distinguished but anonymous judges considering the entries. The judges are anonymous because, as one told me, “Using our names would just be too, well, embarrassing.”

And all poems submitted will be considered, whether or not they’re used in the column. (We got far too many entries for them all to be used.)

So if you want to win fame and a Pastime po-boy, get those poems in!

One weird rodeo!

Tim Palmer continues our “armadillo encounter” stories:

“In the early ’70s, when Gonzales had the Jambalaya Festival in the middle of town on Burnside Avenue, my MYF (Methodist Youth Fellowship) group had a spin-art booth.

“Some of us would volunteer to sleep in it at night (what were we thinking?).

“One night Jimmy Hamilton and I volunteered. Of course there was nothing else to do, so we walked around the streets in the middle of the night.

“We came upon an armadillo, and Jimmy decided it would be fun to grab it.

“He started chasing it about the time one of the Gonzales Police Department cars pulled up.

“The cop and I stood there laughing. Every time Jimmy got his hand on the back of the armadillo, it would buck. Jimmy tired before the armadillo.

“Have you ever seen a bucking armadillo? Yeehaa!”

Initial reaction

Joan Waguespack Barre, of Metairie, says our discussion of showing kids the technology of our youth “reminded me of when music was first recorded on compact discs, referred to as CDs.

“My sons Keith and Danny, then in high school, were discussing the purchase of CDs with money earned working their summer jobs.

“When I heard mention of CDs I said, ‘I am so glad you plan to begin saving money while you are young.’

“They both had a puzzled look on their faces when Danny said, ‘What does music have to do with saving money?’

“The only CDs I was familiar with were certificates of deposit. So much for Mom’s wishful thinking.”

Thank-you note

V. Lowe thanks the Baton Rouge policeman “who helped my granddaughter and my husband (who is on oxygen) when their car stopped on Florida Boulevard at Sherwood Forest. He stayed with them until the wrecker came. My granddaughter thought his name was Simoneaux.”

Special People Dept.

Roland and Carmen Gravois, of Gonzales, celebrated their 65th anniversary on Wednesday, Aug. 5.

Louis and Jackie Schexnayder celebrate their 60th anniversary on Thursday, Aug. 6.

Aroma therapy

“Our grandson Beau recently bought tires and rims and had them stacked in a corner of the living room,” says Algie Petrere:

“When our 8-year-old great-grandson, John, walked in and saw them, he had a strange reaction.

“He didn’t ask, ‘Why are they here?’

“He didn’t ask, ‘What are they for?’

“He said, ‘Daddy, those tires sure do make our living room smell good.’

“(No, I didn’t ask why they were there, either).”

Risky business

Our mention, in the seminar on armadillos, of the critters’ unfortunate encounters with vehicles brought this comment from Doug Johnson, of Watson:

“I’m reminded of this old joke I heard when I moved to Donaldsonville many years ago:

“‘Why did the chicken cross the road? To prove to the armadillo that it could be done!’”

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