Dear Smiley: In regard to the recent columns about why people love Baton Rouge:
I think we are known for all of the following Fs:
Faithful, Fun-loving, Family-oriented, Friendly and Festive, Freedom-loving, Football Fanatics who are Food “Phenomenons” (OK, it sounds like it starts with an F), Famous for Food — you get the picture.
These are all Fs that I can and do love living with!
LAURIE KLEINPETER LAVILLE
Dear Laurie: Fantastic.
Dear Smiley: The recent tales of helping hands in Baton Rouge remind me of this incident that happened to my son.
When leaving a local mall one day he couldn’t get his vehicle to start — dead battery.
A gentleman saw that he was having trouble and offered to give him a boost.
My son had no cables, so the man got a set from his vehicle, and they got the engine started.
When my son tried to hand the cables back to the gentleman, he was told, “You keep them. I have another pair, and you may need them again before you get home.”
Dear Smiley: With our nation in the economic doldrums, I believe my theory will put the country back in the black.
Occasionally I eat at McDonald’s in the LSU Union.
Almost invariably on the floor below the counter are one or more pennies — the students will not stoop to pick them up.
As the child of Depression-era parents, I sometimes hold up the line scrambling to retrieve those pennies.
If every person in the United States would get the pennies off the floor and into their pockets, our economy would almost immediately improve.
The pounds shed from all that bending over would be lagniappe, not to mention the reduced strain on our national health-care system, further jump-starting the economy.
EARL C. JOHNSON
A buck for food
Dear Smiley: Just saw again on the news how the Food Bank is suffering.
There are 92,542 seats in Tiger Stadium.
The price of the tickets is big. The amount of food in the Food Bank is small.
One dollar of each ticket would mean $92,542 for the Food Bank.
Think how much help that would be for the poor people hurting in Baton Rouge.
Dear Smiley: We took advantage of the beautiful weather to have a marshmallow roast with our three granddaughters in our backyard (which incidentally was preceded by the “pick up sticks in the yard” game I read about in your column).
After turning several into flaming torches, our middle granddaughter asked my wife, “Can I have another marshmallow?”
To which my wife asked, “What’s the magic word?”
Our granddaughter thought for a minute and blurted out, “Abracadabra!”
She was right, it was a magical evening!
Magic moment II
Dear Smiley: My 2 1/2-year-old granddaughter Jorja was visiting for the day recently.
At lunchtime, she asked for spaghetti and meatballs.
I fixed her lunch and placed it in front of her on the table, and as I walked away she called, “Nana, I need a fork.”
I turned and said, “Excuse me, young lady, what’s the magic word?”
She quickly replied, “Hocus Pocus!”
Dear Smiley: Now that Herman Cain has risen to the top of the polls in the campaign for the Republican presidential nomination, I only wish that the late E. Glynn Abel, former dean of men at the University of Louisiana at Lafayette — and legendary athlete at what was then SLI — were still around to run as Cain’s vice-presidential candidate.
I think a “Cain and Abel” ticket would have instant name recognition.
Dear Smiley: Lately when my wife goes grocery shopping and I have beer on the list, instead of getting my regular brand, she buys me Dos Equis.
She won’t say why she switches, but I think it’s because she doesn’t think I’m interesting enough (the guy in the Dos Equis commercials is “the most interesting man in the world”).