Since I mentioned my tattoo in the Friday column, I’ve heard from a couple of people who are curious about where it is and how I got it.

I last told this story about five years ago, but maybe my younger readers didn’t see it — and, of course, my older readers don’t remember it.

It was the summer I graduated from Istrouma High, and I was lounging around the swimming pool at Howell Park.

A classmate, Byron Durham, asked if I’d like to come with him when he got a tattoo.

He was a big guy, a football player, and naturally his nickname was “Bull.” That was what he wanted on his arm.

So I tagged along to a trailer on Baton Rouge Avenue, where an old sailor was giving tattoos for a buck each.

I watched Byron get his, and when he finished he offered to buy one for me.

My reaction was, “What the heck, it’s free!”

So I got “Smiley” on my upper left arm.

All went well until a few weeks later, when my old man caught me coming out of the shower and said, “Boy, what’s that on your arm?”

When I explained, he asked, “Son, were you drunk when you got that?”

I told him no, that it was in the middle of the day.

“Damn!” he said. “I’d rather you be drunk than STUPID!”

Working the system

Roy Pitchford, our Monroe correspondent, says, “All the talk about S&H Green Stamps reminds me of an exchange between a late-night host (Jack Paar, I believe) and a guest on the show.

“The guest said he knew a woman who would buy what looked like a cache of Christmas presents in late November, and then return them for a refund.

“Asked why she did it, he replied, ‘You get to keep the Green Stamps.’ ”

Neatness counts

Sue Conran is another reader who appreciates the folks who pick up our trash:

“One morning, as I was drinking my coffee and reading your column, I observed the trash collector picking up at my new neighbor’s.

“There was a lot of trash, since they had just moved in.

“While he was emptying the large container, he knocked over the recycle bin.

“Instead of driving off and leaving items strewn all over, he got out of his truck and picked up everything.

“I just want to say a sincere thank-you to this young man. We really appreciate the great job he and his fellow employees do.”

Family tradition

Sherry Baker, chef at the Yacht Club in Mobile, Ala., reminds me that back in 1984 I wrote about the birth of her son, Angus McIntosh Jr.

Both Sherry and her husband were chefs at the Camelot Club, and at the time I speculated that the kid would no doubt grow up to become a chef.

Sherry tells me I was right.

Angus Jr. just graduated from the Culinary Institute of America, in Hyde Park, N.Y., and will serve a two-year apprenticeship at the prestigious Greenbrier resort in White Sulphur Springs, W.Va.

How’s that for soothsaying?

Worthy causes

A “Logan’s Night” benefit for Logan Watts will be Friday at Satsuma Community Center.

Logan, 6, suffered a head injury in an accident on a rope swing, and the benefit is to help with medical expenses.

There will be a jambalaya supper and silent auction from 5 p.m. to 6:30 p.m., with gospel singing at 7 p.m.

Get supper tickets at V. Watts Furniture or at the door. Jambalaya, dine-in or takeout, is $6.

Call (225) 686-7238.

Special People Dept.

Peter A. Palermo, of Plaquemine, celebrates his 90th birthday Monday.

Mix that metaphor

Jack Kemp loves this quote he found on his “Anguished English” calendar:

“Let us nip this political monkey in the bud before it sticks to us like a leech.”

Missing person

Ed and Jewel Chubbuck say they heard this tale from two physicians, husband and wife, in their retirement home dining room:

“They told us that when their twin daughters, Katherine and Carol, were 2 years old, the wife gave birth to another girl, Becky.

“When the mother arrived home with Becky, she placed the baby on the floor on her blanket so the twins could look her over.

“The mother proceeded to tell the twins this was their new sister as they walked around her.

“At this point one twin turned and asked her mother, ‘Where is Becky’s mom?’

“This took some real explaining. …”

Write Smiley at He can also be reached by fax at (225) 388-0351 or mail at P.O. Box 588, Baton Rouge, LA 70821.