Dear Smiley: I have lived in the Baton Rouge/Zachary area my whole life, except for four college years in Hammond.
Due to Hurricane Ida, I've heard from a number of readers who missed papers at the end of August. Our Aug. 30 story by Ronnie Stutes was so enjoyable I'm repeating it for those folks.
When I was a kid visiting my grandmother Mae Anders at her country home outside Gloster, Mississippi, she would sit on her front porch and wave at folks who drove down the gravel road.
Since everyone around Baton Rouge seems to be talking about LSU football, for some reason, here's a timely contribution from T-Bob Taylor, of Tyler, Texas, an LSU grad and super fan of the Tigers:
In The Advocate's "Human Condition" Sunday feature, Susan King Gremillion told of a church congregation setting Sunday morning service times to give them early access to Piccadilly Cafeteria for lunch.
Walter B. Merrill, of Allen, Texas, had his memory jogged by Tuesday's mention by former WAFB-TV anchor George Sells of an old broadcast on a still-current subject:
Calvin Trillin, in the Sept. 6 New Yorker, writes of a trip to the Breaux Bridge Crawfish Festival with friend Peter Wolf, who grew up in New Orleans before moving to New York.
Power outages from Hurricane Ida have folks recalling days before air conditioning, bringing memories of sweaty, dirty children coming home after a day of outside play.
After I told of the bygone days when LSU football fans (especially ladies) got dressed up for games in Tiger Stadium, I heard from Philip Luchsinger with this sad story:
Katie Nachod, of New Orleans, says, "I like to tell folks one of my few claims to fame is that I was the second person in New Orleans to read John Kennedy Toole's hilarious novel 'A Confederacy of Dunces.'
Every time I feel a bit overwhelmed by the extent of Ida's impact on this area, I check my computer and find some little story that makes me grin and feel better about our plight. For instance:
After Scott Rabalais, in The Advocate's Friday Sports section, mentioned Dennis Quaid in the football movie "Everybody's All-American," I heard from Ronnie Stutes, of Baton Rouge: