“Shlomo Pielstick-Kennedy” is the pen name of a mariner who often sails to far-off lands.
He says that recently in Crete, “a taxi driver to whom I was talking, when he found out that I was from Louisiana, said, ‘Do you like Kahyoon music?’
“When I said ‘yes’ he ran his finger across his little cell phone/camera/TV/music player, and handed it to me.
“It was playing a beautiful Cajun song, sung by Les Amies Louisianaises.
“Then he asked me, ‘Do you like squill gumbo?’
“I thought he was trying to say ‘squid,’ so I said I had never heard of putting squids in gumbo.
“He said, ‘Not squids — squills. Those little animals with bushy tails that run around in the trees.’
“Isn’t it amazing how far and wide the knowledge of Cajun music and cuisine has spread?”
Carl Dubois, former Advocate sports writer who’s now with the McMinnville (Ore.) News-Register, penned an insightful look at the LSU fans that Oregon Ducks fans will encounter Saturday in Texas.
(Thanks to Julaine Schexnayder of New Iberia for sending me the story.)
Of Tiger fans, Carl says, “They will yell ‘Tiger bait!’ at you if you walk past them in green and yellow. They might even call you a tree-hugging, dope-smoking liberal. But if they have any jambalaya or red beans and rice to spare, they’ll invite you over. …”
He adds, “I’ve really got two words for you: Duck gumbo. Be afraid. Be very afraid, Ducks. Not of losing the game — of getting too close and being eaten.”
Carl’s entire article is in the Aug. 26 issue, available at http://www.NewsRegister.com.
Barbara Weber, who says, “You know you’re living in the South when the local business e-newsletter reports that nutria kills are down from last year,” says another sign of the South is the “gianormous” truck:
She tells of “pulling up in the only empty spot at Bass Pro in Denham Springs that’s not occupied by a gianormous truck.
“You get used to pulling out into traffic without seeing what’s coming from the other direction because a gianormous truck or SUV is pulled up next to you at the intersection.”
She’s also considering installing a gun rack in the back of her Lexus “to shoot back at the gianormous gravel trucks throwing rocks at your windshield while going 70 mph down Highway 16 in Watson.”
Got that windshield repaired yet, Barbara … ?
The blues guy
Local blues musician Kenny Acosta has won the New Orleans Blues Challenge, presented by the Voodoo Blues Krewe of the New Orleans Blues Society.
He will represent the New Orleans group at the International Blues Challenge in Memphis, Tenn., Feb. 1-4.
You can view Kenny’s winning performance on Youtube — “New Orleans Blues Challenge 2011” — or the Voodoo Blues Krewe Facebook page.
A reader thanks the folks at the city’s 311 hot line for the quick response:
“In June I called to get potholes filled at Glasgow and Perkins Road. Recently I called about potholes at Glasgow and Hyacinth. They responded promptly both times.
“Now, if we could get the railroads to fix those awful disintegrating, car-consuming crossings, our cars would have longer lives!”
Special People Dept.
• Janella Britt, of Zachary, celebrates her 92nd birthday Sunday.
• Richard and Lillian Slaton celebrate their 64th anniversary Friday.
Clean your mink, ma’am?
Sue Conran says our recent items about cats “brought to mind something that happened back in the early ’60s.
“I worked at the telephone company, and my supervisor had a Christmas party for our group at her home.
“I wore the beautiful white coat with a mink collar that my husband had given me the previous Christmas.
“We put our coats on her bed. Her cat got on the bed to relax and proceeded to give the mink collar a bath. Of course, it required cleaning.
“After that, when I went to someone’s home, I inquired as to whether they had a cat before depositing my coat on any bed or chair.”
Becky LaCour, pre-K teacher at Parkview Preschool, says she’s been teaching 4-year-olds the Pledge of Allegiance:
“Today we said it as usual and finished it saying, ‘… with liberty and justice for all.’
“I then had one of my precious blonde-haired, blue-eyed little girls kindly correct me by telling me it was ‘… with liberty and just for frogs.’
“Oh, the joy of teaching!”