Ron, of St. Francisville, tells a story that illustrates the value of a course in wildlife identification for our children:
“As a kid, when I went to church, the town’s most well-to-do lady was always there with a critter (complete with a face!) draped over her shoulder.
“I once sat between her and Momma, so I asked her in too loud a voice, ‘Is that a possum?’
“It took me years to figure out why Momma administered such a severe cheek pinch!”
My kind of veggies
I was at Christina’s, my favorite downtown breakfast place, when I noticed its lunch menu on the wall.
Under “Vegetables” there were listed, in addition to the usual peas, spinach, broccoli etc., these items: rice and gravy, potato salad and macaroni and cheese.
It occurred to me that I could order those, then go home and say, “All I had for lunch was a vegetable plate. …”
Strange as it seems, some people like anchovies:
Rene Torregrossa says when she and her husband got the Caesar salad with anchovies at DeAngelo’s, they always had to order extra anchovies — because “our then-preschool daughter Dorothy had a taste for the delicacy and would eat most of them.”
And Donald Landaiche, of Donaldsonville, describes an anchovy as “a tiny fish that lies on the bottom of the ocean and soaks up all the salt — the reason for their delectable flavor.”
Dean of columnists
It seems that when some folks get a job as a columnist, they stick with it.
After all, there’s no heavy lifting, and if you play your cards right, your readers will write most of it for you.
Herb Caen, the great San Francisco Chronicle items columnist, wrote his daily column for more than 50 years.
And I’ve just learned that Bernard Curet, of New Roads, has been putting out his Pointe Coupee Banner column every week for more than 60 years!
Having only done this thing for 32 years, I feel like the new kid on the block …
The Combat Veterans of Vietnam will sponsor a spaghetti dinner sale Friday to benefit Raven’s Outreach veterans’ homeless shelter.
Dinners will be sold from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. at Raven’s Outreach, 1913 North St.
Dinners are free, but donations will be accepted.
In addition to monetary donations, toiletries such as toilet paper, towels, soap etc., are welcome.
Call (225) 752-9555 or (504) 453-8922.
Special People Dept.
• Guy Kinchen Domin celebrated her 95th birthday Monday.
• J.T. Halley, of Baker, celebrated his 95th birthday Saturday.
• Pat Bourg, of Livingston, says the “Paul Bourg” of Ethel I mentioned Friday as celebrating his 93rd birthday is in reality his mom, Paula Trapani Bourg. (Obviously a computer malfunction …)
• Dudley and Gloria Detillier, of Gramercy, celebrate their 62nd anniversary Tuesday.
• Lee and Theresa Terrio celebrate their 59th anniversary Tuesday.
• Ted and Bunny Grant Castillo celebrated their 56th anniversary Saturday. He’s a retired Advocate sports writer, and they met at the old Morning Advocate downtown.
• Aubrey and Joyce Quebedeaux celebrated 52 years of marriage Monday.
John LaCarna says, “One positive aspect of the cliffhanger financial crisis is to remind us that in this country we are able to follow our elected officials in action.
“However, I must admit that in taking advantage of this great right, I was reminded of the remark often attributed to Bismarck, ‘Laws are like sausages, it is better not to see them being made.’”
Since I run cute grandkid stories from everyone else, I feel I’m entitled to occasionally run one about my own grandkids — or in this case my great-grandkid.
Lady Katherine was recently spending some time entertaining our 4-year-old Lafayette great-grandson, Ethan Wofford (I hasten to add that he’s her great-grandson by marriage — she’s much too young to be his great-grandma the other way.)
Ethan brought her a book, eyed her critically, and asked, “Do you READ?”
When she assured him that yes, she did indeed read, he looked skeptical and asked, “Do you read WELL?”
She says she started to tell him, “Hey, kid, I’m an English major, what do you think?”
But she just replied, “Yes, I read well.”
So he allowed her to read to him — for about 30 seconds, until he lost interest and wandered off.