“Bayou Jeaux” says stories of the possible demise of the U.S. Postal Service reminds him of the glory days of mail service:
“In the early 1930s, when we lived on a farm in rural southeastern Oklahoma, we hitched a team of mules and rode in a wagon about two miles to our post office.
“In those days, mail came to the one-room combination country store and post office on Tuesdays, roads and weather permitting.
“We pulled up in the wagon and the postmaster was sitting on the front porch.
“He greeted us and yelled, ‘You got a postcard from Lizzy. She made it to California all right!’ ”
Ever so often I read about a charity fundraising event in some other community.
The fund-raiser consists of putting several plastic pink flamingoes on someone’s lawn — usually a prominent and well-heeled citizen.
The idea is that the victim has to pay the charity to have them removed.
I always have the same thought when I read about this — it would not work in my neighborhood, Spanish Town.
Our reaction to the flamingoes’ placement would be, “How nice. Thank you very much.”
And we’d dare anyone to touch them. …
No seniors wanted
Phoebe Thompson says, “I received a call one evening with a request for an eight-minute poll about Louisiana’s status.
“I agreed to do it.
“The first question was about what age group I was in.
“When I said over 65, the pollster said, ‘That is all the questions we have for you.’
“It really surprised me to know that we, the smartest and most experienced group of people, are not valued in a poll about the status of the state.”
A Eunice reader sent me a classified ad in the local paper that indicates one company over there is trying to upgrade its workforce.
It reads: “Part-time driver needed to transport personnel and equipment. Must have a clean driving record and a brain.”
Love and hushpuppies
Susan Tureau tells why she was so sad to learn of the closing of Brunet’s Cajun Restaurant:
“Nine years ago I was there with a group of singles from Broadmoor United Methodist Church for dinner and dancing.
“A charming, handsome gentleman asked me to dance.
“Next month Jerry and I will celebrate our seventh wedding anniversary.
“We celebrated many anniversaries (of the day we met and the day we were married) at Brunet’s. It was such a special place for us.”
And for those who miss Brunet’s hushpuppies, she recommends the ones at Ralph & Kacoo’s.
Cyclist Mike Bitton, who survived being hit by a car on River Road, hosts a community blood drive Saturday at Chelsea’s, 2857 Perkins Road, with participation by Baton Rouge General and LifeShare Blood Services.
Cycling and triathlon teams, first responders and hospital teams will also take part in the blood drive, which includes food and live music.
Special People Dept.
• Rita Wetta Adams celebrates her 91st birthday Thursday.
• On Thursday Carrie and Morris Wallace Sr. celebrate their 65th anniversary.
Marvin Borgmeyer tells me, “I was talking to one of your old classmates.
“He said you were never in the top half of your class, but you were in the group that made the top half possible.”
The retiring sort
Shirley Fleniken came across this little item, which should be meaningful to retirees everywhere:
“Question: Why does a retiree often say he doesn’t miss work, but misses the people he used to work with?
“Answer: He is too polite to tell the whole truth.”
The wolves inside
Russ Wise stole this from a Facebook post and thought I might like to steal it from him, which I do:
“An old Cherokee told his grandson, ‘My son, there is a battle between two wolves inside us all.
“ ‘One is Evil. It is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies and ego.
“ ‘The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy and truth.’
“The boy thought about it, and asked, ‘Grandfather, which wolf wins?’
“The old man quietly replied, ‘The one you feed.’”