Linda Millet Kean says this about the LSU-Ole Miss battle and Coach Les Miles’ after-game remarks, which bid to become as famous as Jim Mora’s legendary “Playoffs?” rant:

“I believe the entire state is proud of our incredible, thrilling, gumbo-tasting, gator-snacking Tigers!

“However, I am still watching the coach closely and trying to get inside ‘the head’ with ‘the hat!’:

“You Tigers were fabulous!

I really ain’t jokin’.

Next year, Les,

Stop smokin’ whatcha smokin’!”

That lonesome whistle

Ward Bond says, “One of the anchors for me in our sense of place downtown has been the warning whistles of the Kansas City Southern trains as they move through the city in the middle of the night.

“Once a reliable sequence at crossings of ‘dah, dah, dit, dah’ or long, long, short, long, Morse code for Q, it is now a palsied staccato, random and without order.

“One should not be surprised at this degeneration in an organization that tore down the Buckminster Fuller dome.”

A pro plays on

Jane Honeycutt says this happened one morning when John Dupaquier was playing the piano with the Riverside Trio for the Music Club of Baton Rouge:

“His sheet music flew off the piano onto his moving hands.

“He played a few seconds with the paper bouncing around on top of his hands, then just tossed it to the floor and kept right on playing through the rest of the set!

“I think he’s the definition of consummate professional.”

Belt busters

Recent discussion of New Orleans po-boys remind me of a variety I’ve never tried.

Years ago, a friend told me his portly build was the result of childhood eating habits when he grew up in uptown New Orleans and later Kenner.

He says on Sunday morning his dad would treat the family to cinnamon buns from McKenzie’s Bakery, which he would butter and warm up in the oven.

Also, as a kid he didn’t have much money, and the cheapest po-boy on the menu (at 25 cents in most places) was always the french fry po-boy, consisting of handfuls of french fries stuffed into a po-boy loaf and slathered with brown gravy.

I was reminded of him when I saw a french fry po-boy on the menu at Rocco’s on Drusilla.

A hog wild sandwich

Speaking of memorable sandwiches, an anonymous Advocate sportswriter (let’s call him “Sheldon”) can’t believe a reader was shocked by the hog head cheese po-boy seen on a menu in LaPlace.

He says that as a lad growing up in New Orleans, one of his favorite snacks was slices of hog head cheese on Wonder Bread, with a little mayo.

(I have to admit, it sounds better than the press box hot dogs that now make up his diet. …)

In the pines

The Pinecone Golf Classic at Denham Springs Country Club on Dec. 1 benefits St. Augustine’s Episcopal Church.

Check-in is at 7 a.m. with a shotgun start at 8 a.m. There will be lunch after the tournaments, awards and door prizes.

Call Kris at (225) 665-6437 or Bobby Meador, (225) 261-5062 or (225) 235-5188.

Worthy causes

  • The U.S. Marine Corps Reserves’ Toys for Tots drive benefits from Forum 35’s Reindeer Run and Jingle Bell Jog at 7 p.m. Nov. 30 at City Plaza in downtown Baton Rouge.

Racers who bring a new unwrapped toy will be entered in a raffle.

Online registration is available through Nov. 29 at

  • Absolute Care Providers offices in Baton Rouge and Hammond are drop-off sites for Toys for Tots.

New unwrapped toys are being collected during November and December to be Christmas gifts for needy children.

The Baton Rouge office is at 4521 Jamestown Ave., Suite 10. Call (225) 930-0213.

The Hammond office is at 1206 J.W. Davis Drive, Suite 106. Call (985) 345-7031.

Special People Dept.

Lloyd and Mary Ann Comeaux, of Pierre Part, celebrate their 58th anniversary Tuesday.

Alarming theft

Susan Hunt tells of a sentence no homeowner wants to hear:

“We live in a 92-year-old house in Central.

“The guy who renovated the house (well, moved us from the 1900s into at least the early 2000s) was under the house checking the joists.

“He came out and said, ‘The spiders are so big under there that one just took my hammer.’ ”

Alarming diagnosis

Robert A. Smiley, of Denham Springs, tells this sad story:

“After a recent trip abroad, I was not feeling well, so I went to my doctor.

“After running some tests, he sent me to the hospital isolation room. Said I caught some highly contagious disease, but they weren’t sure what it was.

“He phoned me to say he was putting me on a diet of pancakes, pita bread and pizza.

“ ‘Is that going to cure me, Doc?’ I asked.

“He said, ‘No, that’s all we can slip under the door.’ ”

Write Smiley at He can also be reached by fax at (225) 388-0351 or mail at P.O. Box 588, Baton Rouge, LA 70821.