"We have a wedding coming up in the family," says J.B. Castagnos, of Donaldsonville, "which brings back some past wedding stories.

"A niece who was getting married asked if I could find an old car for her to ride in. A friend lent us his Model A Ford.

"I picked her up and drove her to the church without incident. After the ceremony they took pictures and everyone was off to the reception.

"We were the last to leave the church, and a mile down the road the car died. We coasted to the shoulder, but before I could open the hood a vehicle stopped and offered a ride. I told her she had better take it.

"Imagine the surprise when she arrived at the reception in the vehicle boldly marked 'Assumption Parish Prisoners Transport.'"

Learning to dress

"I have never been particularly concerned with how I looked," says John Currier, "but when I became a middle school principal I accepted my wife Paula's admonitions that I dress appropriately.

"After a few mornings of, 'Do you really want to wear that, sweetheart?' I gave up and just started letting her put out my clothes for the next day.

"I couldn't see a big difference in what she picked and what I picked. But I finally got a clue as to how poor my taste really was when my wife left home to help an ill parent.

"The very first morning my secretary took one look at me, and with a suppressed little smile said, 'Paula must be out of town.'

"Game, set, and match to the wife!"

The squirrel song

Column readers Mike Lukacin, Ernie Gremillion and Chuck Kelley all tell me our long-running series on squirrels brings back fond memories of Ray Stevens' great novelty song, "The Mississippi Squirrel Revival."

It's a lively tune about a kid whose pet squirrel escapes from his shoe box in church while the choir is singing a hymn.

Ray sings of "The day the squirrel went berserk in the First Self-Righteous Church in that sleepy little town of Pascagoula."

I found it easily by Googling "Ray Stevens." It's worth a listen…  

Mystery varmint

Janet Tchorlian says that as a transplant from out of state, she's had her share of culture shock about Louisiana and its abundant critters:

"We bought a small house 24 years ago outside Erwinville, among the cane fields.

"While unpacking, I spotted a little house mouse, so I set a trap.

"The next morning, while I was making coffee, I heard the trap snap.

"When I went to take care of my 'little invader,' I found that he had left, taking my trap with him.

"I don't know what I caught, but I've learned to respect the wildlife."     

Special People Dept.

  • Lt. Col. Don Louis Broussard, retired from the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, celebrates his 98th birthday on Saturday, Oct. 14, at Don's Seafood Hut in Lafayette. He is a World War II and and Korean War veteran. He was inducted into the Order of Living Legends at the Acadian Museum in Erath in 2007.
  • Alice Perez, of Marrero, celebrates her 92nd birthday on Sunday, Oct. 15.
  • Pat Dale celebrates her 90th birthday on Sunday, Oct. 15. She is a charter member of the Inner Wheel Club of Baton Rouge and a 25-year volunteer at its Attic Trash & Treasure Sale.
  • James and Dane Hawkins, of Dutchtown, celebrate their 62nd anniversary on Sunday, Oct. 15.
  • Rusty and Donna Willis, formerly of Central, now living in Harrison, Arkansas, celebrate their 50th anniversary on Saturday, Oct. 14.

What's real?

Sarah Stravinska, of Chestnut, says she agrees with Donald Landaiche's comment in the Wednesday column about commercials claiming to feature "real people, not actors."

She says, "We also have food with 'real ingredients.'

"One pet store got cute and said, 'Real dogs, not actors.'"

Housework thoughts

Algie Petrere says, "I dusted once. It came back. I won't fall for that again.

"That reminds me of friend who said she told her visitors, 'You can write your name in the dust. Just don't write the year.'"

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