Michelle Carley Loup was amused when 11-year-old daughter Chloe asked to borrow an “umbilical” cord so she could charge her new iPhone she got for Christmas.

But after Michelle and Chloe’s sisters “had a good laugh at her Freudian slip for an extension cord, this imagery got me thinking.

“Cell phones, computers and gaming devices need to be charged, which can require distressing interruptions.

“So maybe Apple can create a system that taps into and amplifies a person’s own internal electrical energy.

“The cell phone could stay in your pocket, clipped to a waistband; or better yet, still in your hand while it continuously charges, so it never has to be put down and can stay tethered to you indefinitely.

“No separation anxiety for the user, and no need to search for electrical cords/outlets.

“They could call it iNavel, and it could have a belly button to press to start charging!”

(Or even better, have your phone surgically implanted in your body so you would never lose it, and could stay on it constantly — which a lot of people are already doing.)

Consider the source

Robert DeBate, of Sorrento, adds to our milk delivery stories:

“In the late 1940s, before we had a refrigerator, Mom would milk old Betsy and place the milk pail in a wooden trough in which cool, clear artesian water flowed.

“She sold the excess milk to neighbors who didn’t have a cow.

“One day a young boy came to get milk, and walked to the trough as he always did.

“He saw Mom milking the cow and curiously approached. “Watching for a while in ‘udder’ amazement, he asked, ‘Mrs. Bob, is THAT where you get the milk?’

“He thought milk came from the cypress trough!”

The beer man cometh

D.C. Jensen, noting our seminar on old-time milk delivery, tells of a fascinating variation he discovered while in the U.S. Army in Germany:

“Beer was delivered twice a week, by the case, in glass bottles with wire tops.

“There was a list of 15 to 20 different beers attached to the case, so you could order bock, dark, wheat, etc.”

Of his German beer man, D.C. says, “We were happy to have him around.”

(Which qualifies as the Understatement of the Year.)

Picturing the past

Camille Cazedessus has taken old postcards of Baton Rouge scenes and made them into 11-by-17-inch posters, now on display and for sale at Cottonwood Books on Perkins Road.

They show Third Street in the horse and buggy days, and later with cars on the street; North Boulevard in 1905 and Our Lady of the Lake Hospital when it was on Capitol Lake.

Camille says he is seeking “any reasonable photograph of Twin Cedars Store at the fork of Old Hammond and Jefferson Highway, long before Dearman’s, when it was a country gas station and store. The city bus turned around there.”

He says this would have been some time before the early 1950s. He’s at moonfire@frontier.net.

Special delivery

H.A. thanks “Lady Carole” for the help:

“One morning I was struggling to go out my front door with my walker and cane to get my paper.

“This lady jogger passing by saw me, did an about face, came up my driveway, picked up my Advocate and handed it to me.

“Now my Advocate appears every morning at my front door.”

Worthy causes

Cancer Services of Greater Baton Rouge, 550 Lobdell, hosts an open house from 4:30 p.m. to 6:30 p.m. Thursday to unveil the remodeled “Wig Boutique” and welcome new CEO Brian Hannah.

Special People Dept.

  • Lena LeJeune, former resident of Frisco now at Lakeview Manor in New Roads, celebrates her 94th birthday Tuesday.
  • George “Maxie” Verbois, a World War II veteran and Exxon retiree, celebrates his 93rd birthday Tuesday.
  • On Tuesday Adrian and Shirley Decker, of Zachary, celebrate their 64th anniversary.
  • Ronnie and Fay Huguet, Baton Rouge natives now living at Bayou Pigeon, celebrate their 62nd anniversary Tuesday.
  • Frankie and Freddie Whitford celebrated their 60th anniversary Thursday.

Job description

Tom Toddy says, “I once heard that a north Louisiana pastor speak these words to his congregation before starting a Sunday sermon: ‘My job is to preach and your job is to listen. If you get finished before I do, please raise your hand!’”

Not for internal use

Chet Siemion of Denham Springs says, “As the crawfish season approaches, I’m reminded of when I had recently been transferred from the Detroit area to Baton Rouge.

“I was asked if people in Michigan say ‘crawfish’ or ‘crayfish.’

“My answer was that people in Michigan say ‘fish bait!’”

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