Dear Smiley: Speaking of being an LSU fan in enemy territory: After moving to Arkansas, I decided to “get fit.”
So a few months back, while training for my first 5K, I happened to be on one of many back trails with about 20 younger, more athletic women, most of whom had on their red Razorback shirts.
All of a sudden my cellphone went off. The ring tone? The LSU fight song.
Believe me when I say it was a long way out of “them thar woods!”
Ban the bland
Dear Smiley: In the mid -’80s, my future hubby was wining and dining me, and took me out for dinner in South Miami.
At an all-you-can-eat buffet I saw boiled shrimp. Of course I dug in .
To my shock, the shrimp were just that — merely boiled in slightly salty water. What a waste — no flavor!
That was more than I could handle. I marched my Cajun self to the kitchen and yelled out, “Who cooked that shrimp?”
Everyone stopped and stared at me. Right away the head chef came over and said, “You must be from south Louisiana.”
He personally took me over to the condiment counter and mixed up a most delicious seafood dipping sauce.
TERRI LIVELY REYNOLDS
The crash of ’44
Dear Smiley: After I read an Advocate story on Baker High School, I wondered if there are any elders who remember a P-47 crashing south of the BHS football/track field in 1944.
I was in a fifth-grade spelling bee, facing the open windows, so we watched the plane hit. (School buildings had windows back then.)
It was at recess time, and when the bell rang, we dashed out of the building and headed toward the plane that rested a few yards from a power station.
The pilot jumped out of the cockpit wearing a green flight suit, and motioned for us to stay back. Mr. Keyes, the principal, ran us inside.
I lived on Plank Road northeast of Harding Field, now Metro Airport, and was an expert on the various types of planes. Many crashed near our house, which, by the way, still stands.
ROY “JACK” BAILEY
Dear Smiley: Georgia granddaughter Shelby, 12, spent a week with us in June for Tiger Swim Camp at LSU.
She had a blast.
When I asked what was her most favorite thing about the camp, she said, “Going to the Student Union and eating lunch every day.” Go figure …
That same week her PaPa followed her around, picking and teasing, trying his best get a reaction.
She totally ignored it.
Finally, one day she told him in a cool voice, “PaPa, I’m not 4 anymore!”
How quickly they grow up … or at least some of them!
LINDA H. WHITMAN
Dear Smiley: Sister Dorothy (the St. Joseph’s Academy nun mentioned recently) was my aunt (actually my husband Paul’s aunt).
We lived in New Orleans until Katrina, and visited with her on many occasions.
Did you know that she was the first French teacher at Catholic High?
She taught Bishop Ott, and was a good friend to Gov. Edwards. She was also very close to Lindy Boggs, who did her memorial at her funeral.
She was very persuasive, and I heard about the Green Stamps she collected to buy the station wagon.
She was truly a wonderful nun, and so sweet.
Dear Smiley: My great-nephew Michael is an avid fisherman at the ripe old age of 11.
He came home from a fishing trip with a friend and his family, and was telling his dad Mike all about the fish they caught.
My nephew asked him, “Son, do you know what a lie is?”
“Yes sir,” Michael replied. “It is an abomination to God — and a help in time of trouble.”
One thirsty kid
Dear Smiley: More about Kolb’s restaurant:
When I was 7 years old, my aunt and uncle took my cousin Donnie and me to New Orleans for a day-long city tour and lunch at Kolb’s.
I was excited to have my first “city restaurant” meal — but over 70 years later I still vehemently deny my cousin’s allegation that I drank the contents of my finger bowl.