Ann Purnell Collom reminds us that one person's misfortune may be another's good luck:
"We in Kenner loved 1979, when the police strike stopped Mardi Gras parades in New Orleans. Many of the large New Orleans krewes came to us rather than cancel their parade.
"I was co-editor of our Driftwood Bark newspaper and covered the parade as a reporter and photographer. Some lined up at what used to be the race track. Even Endymion, with Captain Ed Muniz, took to the streets of Kenner.
"It was the biggest thrill for us parade lovers, because we didn't have to fight big crowds — and came home with bags of great junk."
Grin and bare it
Ron Sammonds, of Baton Rouge, continues our surgery seminar:
"Around 1950, tonsillectomies were seemingly as common for young kids as haircuts. I got mine at age 4 or 5.
"As I was lying on the surgical table, a doctor put a mask on my face and said, 'Take a deep breath and blow hard; you're going to blow your tonsils out.'
"Before that, I’d been admitted to the pediatric ward to prep for the surgery. Some strange ladies had me standing in a bed while they undressed me to put me in a miniature hospital gown.
"The nurses informed me I had to be naked except for the gown. I had apparently developed some sense of modesty by that time, and I loudly protested that my momma was the only one who was supposed to undress me and see me naked.
"The nurses, experienced in negotiations with preschoolers, placated me by letting me keep my socks on."
Picking on Beetle!
Russ Wise, of LaPlace, says, "The death of cartoonist Mort Walker made me think of this:
"While I was stationed at Fort Knox, Kentucky, some soldiers sent Walker a letter asking why poor Beetle Bailey had never been promoted.
"Walker’s reply was a large cartoon showing Sgt. Snorkel standing with Beetle, with a smile on his face, holding a PFC’s single stripe against his arm.
"Beetle was underwhelmed, saying, 'Wait till he takes his hand away.'
"The framed ‘toon hung just outside the C.O.’s office at Headquarters Company, U.S. Army Armor Center. I’d love to know where it is now."
Jimmy Strubb, of Donaldsonville, says mention of floor furnaces reminds him of this mishap:
"In the early ‘70s, we lived in a duplex rent house on the edge of White Castle.
"Our neighbor came to the door to alert us that he was taking his two boys out to shoot the gun. His youngest son was excitingly carrying the bullets when he fell, spilling most of them down the floor furnace. …"
(We're waiting for the rest of the story, Jimmy. …)
Elizabeth Bates, of Greenwell Springs, says, "Last week, a nice young man paid for my groceries at the Walmart in Central.
"When I got to my car, two nice ladies came over and put my groceries in the car.
"Three angels in one day. Thank you and bless you."
Special People Dept.
Sadonia Hutchinson celebrates her 92nd birthday Tuesday, Jan 30.
Doug Johnson, of Watson, says, "The story 'Big word blues' (in the Saturday column) reminded me of this.
"About 25 years ago, a neighbor’s granddaughter was visiting him. My girlfriend and I took her with us on a shopping trip and were amazed at how smart she was. When we mentioned it to her, she responded, 'Yes, people say I’m very precocious.'
"I had to agree because that was a big word for a 5-year-old."
Bo Bienvenu, of Prairieville, tells this one:
"Marie put an ad in The Advocate that read, 'Boudreaux Died. Boat For Sale.'
"Thib called and said, 'Marie, I saw your ad and I don’t understand. All I knew Boo had was a truck and a four-wheeler.'
"Marie replied, 'Das true — and dey BOAT for sale.'"
Thought for the Day
From Greg Derbes, of Baton Rouge: "The best thing about Millennials is that they won’t be making any more of them for 1,000 years."
Playing ATM beats slots
Always get money