Remember CB (citizens band) radio? The truckers' communication method spawned a subculture, including several bad movies, and made "Breaker, breaker" and "What's your 20?" household phrases.
Glenn Balentine, of Prairieville, tells this CB story:
"The year 1976 was the height of the CB craze in Alexandria. It was the cellphone/Facebook of its day.
"A popular mystery was who was 'Island Girl' with the sexy voice.
"Through phenomenal luck, I accidentally met her — and she was as pretty as we imagined. On a date, we decided to have some fun with our fellow CBers.
"As we rode together, we passed the mic, pretending to have never met. After some back and forth, 'Cherokee Warrior' asked if Island Girl would meet him at 8 p.m. at Tioga High School.
"We got there first and parked just far enough away to enjoy watching 20-plus cars screech into the parking lot, their drivers searching hopefully for a glimpse."
Small town, big taste
I cling to the theory that every town in Louisiana, no matter how small, has at least one place where you can find exceptional food.
For instance, consider the towns of Lecompte in Rapides Parish, population 1,186, and Washington in St. Landry Parish, population 953.
When Lady Katherine (my caregiver and chauffeur) and I attended the Louisiana Library Association convention in Alexandria last week, we had lunch at Lea's Lunchroom in Lecompte — ham sandwiches, pressed panini style, cream pies with 2-inch-high meringue and fruit pies with generous fillings and flaky crust.
On our way home that evening, we had dinner at the Steamboat Warehouse in Washington, where they do magical things with Louisiana seafood — shrimp and crab cakes over eggplant medallions topped with a crabmeat sauce, and crawfish in a cream sauce topping a lightly fried catfish filet.
As we drove home, satiated and quiet, Lady K broke the silence: "We need to make more road trips. …"
I heartily agreed.
After my Monday rant about daylight saving time, Algie Petrere was the first to remind me of the old saying, attributed to a Native American chief: “Only the government would believe that you could cut a foot off the top of a blanket, sew it to the bottom and have a longer blanket.”
Dept. of Bad Taste
George Douglass adds to our seminar on home remedies:
"My dad had a pharmacy in Ponchatoula in the '60s and '70s. Whenever anyone in the family lost their voice, he would mix up an elixir that was so bad their voice came back just so that they would not have to take a second dose."
Doug Johnson, of Watson, comments on suggestions for reducing the state's serious feral hog problem by eating the beasts:
"Recipes for feral hogs are the same as for farm-raised ones. The difference is that feral hog meat should be treated first to remove the gamey taste.
"This can be done by soaking the cut-up meat overnight in a brine solution with some added vinegar, and possibly a little wine.
"I’ve eaten it prepared this way. It still isn’t quite as good as the farmed pork, but it’s not bad."
Special People Dept.
Lloyd Anthony Gravois Sr. celebrates his 90th birthday Tuesday, March 13. He has a doctorate in pharmacy and owned Gravois Pharmacy in New Orleans on South Carrollton Avenue.
Nice People Dept.
Peggy Davis extends "many thanks to the special Marine at IHOP on Siegen Lane on Sunday morning, who anonymously paid for breakfast for my Davis trio: my husband, Bill, father-in-law, Harvey (age 93), and stepson Tim.
"I’m sure he noticed the World War II Purple Heart insignia on Harvey’s cap. This fine Marine had no way to know that Harvey had lost Frances, his wife of 74 years, the previous day.
Thought for the Day
Steve Koehler, of Metairie, says, "Seeing the comments about getting older reminds me of the old saying: 'Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer you get to the end, the faster it goes.'"
A garden surprise
Gerbera daisies beat snow
Bright colors welcome