One more comment from my vacation in Chicago:
If you can only see one Major League Baseball game in your life, go to Wrigley Field.
The venerable Cubs’ ballpark, with its ivy-covered walls, takes you back in time.
No Jumbotron, no silly mascot running around, no sushi in the concession stands — just baseball, beer and brats.
We saw a Thursday afternoon game with the Atlanta Braves. While the Braves needed the game to narrow the gap behind the Phillies, the Cubs were some 20 games out.
So for Chicago it was a meaningless game on a weekday afternoon.
There were more than 36,000 people in the stands.
They weren’t all tourists — wasn’t anyone working that afternoon?
It was sunny, the temperature between 75 and 80 degrees, a cool breeze blowing.
Our seats were behind home plate, shaded by the upper deck, so we didn’t have to worry about glare or sunburn.
Lady K and I loaded up on root beers, popcorn and peanuts and had just settled in to watch the game when the Braves went ahead 3-0 on a first-inning home run and wound up winning 8-3.
The Cubs, with four errors, looked pretty woeful, but the fans kept cheering them on, hoping for a miracle.
The miracle didn’t arrive, but for me it was a miraculous afternoon; I hated to see it end.
Showing the colors
Before and after Chicago Cubs’ home games, the area around Wrigley Field looks like a mini-Mardi Gras.
Folks are in a festive mood, crowding into the many bars and restaurants around the stadium and heartily celebrating, win or lose.
I was in line at one pub waiting for a root beer when a young lady behind me said, “So you’re a Vikings fan?”
Confused, I replied, “No, a Saints fan. …”
Then I realized she was talking about my purple and gold LSU shirt.
In that part of the world, those colors mean something different. …
Leora R. Axe was visiting in Welsh when she saw her preacher cousin Matt Dossman sporting a new purple and gold LSU T-shirt.
Knowing he’s an ardent Saints fan, she mentioned his adopting a second team.
“A nearby friend said, ‘When Brother Matt wears LSU, it means Lord Save Us!’ ”
After a reader, lamenting the closing of Brunet’s Cajun Restaurant, wondered where to get good hushpuppies, some folks recommended Drusilla Seafood’s pups — described by Marti Didier as “awesome.”
Dudley Lehew, however, likes the “fabulous” hushpuppies at Bellue’s Fine Cajun Cuisine.
By the way, Dave Kelly reports that Chico Moore, longtime owner of one of Baton Rouge’s best service stations, is now manager at Drusilla:
“Yes, Chico is still in the gas business.”
The history man
John S. Daly says Civil War and Baton Rouge historian Billy Spedale is ending a 20-year career in TV on “Baton Rouge Today.”
“Throughout the years he has brought history into our homes. He made history interesting and helped remind us of our heritage.
“Good luck, Billy. Thanks for the memories.”
June thanks employees of Chico’s in Gonzales for finding her cellphone and calling names on it until they reached her daughter.
On to Branson
A garage sale at Gray’s Creek Baptist Church in Denham Springs will raise funds for a seniors’ trip to Branson, Mo.
The sale is in the fellowship hall of the church, 21030 La. 16, on Friday from 7 a.m. to 3 p.m. and Saturday from 7 a.m. to 2 p.m. Call (225) 665-2127.
Thought for the Day
From Dan Burkhalter, the Carencro Curmudgeon: “When tempted to fight fire with fire, remember that the fire department usually uses water.”
Our armaments expert, Harriet St. Amant, reports that Ruger is coming out with a new pistol to commemorate senators and congressmen:
“Its proposed name is ‘The Legislator.’
“Trouble is, though, it doesn’t work and you can’t fire it.”
Algie Petrere had an “Only in Louisiana” moment when 4-year-old great-grandson John was offered a sucker after working with his physical therapist.
He chose an orange one, and when his grandmother asked him what flavor it was, he replied, “Satsuma.”