Ellen Mayeur McCubbin, of New Orleans, continues our accents discussion:
“Several years ago, my husband and I, along with several LSU fans, went to the LSU-University of Washington football game in Seattle. We wore LSU purple-and-gold outfits the entire trip.
“Walking downtown, a lady stopped us and said, ‘Stop, talk to me. I’m from New Orleans, have lived in Seattle for 10 years and haven’t heard the accent in a long time.’
“We laughed and talked to her for about 15 minutes. She said when she heard the accent again, she felt like she was home. We made her day!”
Several alert readers have pointed out that I have an unreasonable number of “final” thoughts on possums, new names for Lee High and the Zephyrs, etc. They feel I don’t seem to know when a column topic has run its course and should be over.
In answer to this charge, I offer this slightly paraphrased version of John Belushi’s famous rant in “Animal House”:
“Over? Did you say ‘over’? Nothing is over until I decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no! And it ain’t over now!”
Which reminds me
I hesitated to use that last part of Belushi’s rant because I figured I would hear from some readers (the ones who didn’t sleep through history class) calling me a fool and telling me that the Japanese were the ones who bombed Pearl Harbor.
It reminds me of the time years ago when I mentioned the poet John Donne in the column (heaven knows why) and thought I’d be silly and identify him as the lead singer in Herman’s Hermits. I figured everybody would get the joke, lame as it might be.
I figured wrong.
I heard from a number of readers basically calling me an idiot and informing me in no uncertain terms that Peter Noone was the lead singer in Herman’s Hermits. From that time on, I stopped putting silly things in the column — as I’m sure you’ve noticed. …
Samuel H. Singer says our seminar on uses and misuses of language reminds him of a pet peeve: “Lots of people refer to a ‘hot water heater.’ If the water is hot, why heat it?”
Oops, I did it again.
Jude LeBoeuf, of Kenner, who commented on our “couldn’t care less/could care less” discussion, says there was a slight error in my account in the Thursday column — I identified her as a him:
“You assumed that I am a male because of my name. Sorry to disappoint — totally female here. (I use Jude as a nickname for Judith.)”
She says she “got sick of having so many girls named Judy around me when I was growing up” and assumed her alias when a family member addressed her with the name of the Beatles song.
By the way, Jude enclosed a photo, showing her to be a most attractive blonde lady. So no, Jude, I was NOT disappointed.
Never too old
Jay Haindel says, “While visiting one of the Wal-Mart stores to pick up a package I ordered, I noticed an elderly gentleman on a scooter for the handicapped, with a can for oxygen on it, coming out of the warehouse section that is off-limits to customers.
“He was wearing an employee’s shirt. When asked, he replied that he is in fact employed by Wal-Mart and is 80 years old!
“I wonder how that makes younger folks feel who would rather not work for whatever reason.”
Special People Dept.
- On Saturday, Justine Hoyer Brunson, of Dutchtown, celebrated her 103rd birthday. She was a home economics teacher at the original Dutchtown High School and the first home economics teacher at East Ascension High School.
- Ruby L. Hutchinson celebrates her 99th birthday on Monday.
- On Friday, Stanley A. Walsh celebrated his 95th birthday. He is a World War II Marine Corps veteran.
- Saroj Welch celebrated her 90th birthday on Friday. She is an active volunteer St. John’s United Methodist Church.
- Marie and Joe Joe Cashio, of Fordoche, celebrated their 66th anniversary on Saturday.
- Betty and O.J. Dupuy, of Plaquemine, celebrate their 57th anniversary on Monday.
- Tom and Eva Jones, of Zachary, celebrated their 56th anniversary on Saturday.
Shirley Fleniken is responsible for this groaner: “I never wanted to believe that my dad was stealing from his job as a road worker. But when I got home, all the signs were there.”
By the numbers
Algie Petrere came across a variation of the lawyer joke — the prosecutor joke:
“The district attorney stared at the jury, unable to believe its verdict. Bitterly he asked, ‘What possible excuse could you have for acquitting this man?’
“The foreman answered, ‘Insanity.’
“The DA said, ‘All 12 of you?’ ”