T-Bob Taylor tells this intriguing tale about a legendary college football coach:
Our neighbors to the west have mastered the art of barbecuing to the point where no trip to Texas is complete without a visit to some smoky little joint, noisy with the sound of beef brisket being chopped.
Tony Falterman, of Napoleonville, says that when he was sheriff of Assumption Parish, "three men were reported missing after leaving Shell Beach on Lake Verret in a bateau.
Our readers are keeping wildlife stories rolling in. While most raccoon tales feature them as an entree, Diane T. Martin, of Morgan City, reminds us what smart critters they are:
That's one of the classic headlines my LSU classmate Leroy Colter recalls from the collection of Nick Plasterer, a former newspaperman who taught in the LSU School of Journalism (aka the J-School).
Dear Smiley: The Ash Wednesday observance reminded me of the story about the family that had their young child with them during the service where they received ashes.
J.R. Clary Jr., of Baton Rouge, says stories of TV and movie cowboys' personal appearances "remind me of the tale told by Jay Thomas, veteran comedic actor from 'Murphy Brown' and 'Cheers.'
Dear Smiley: Over the years, my husband and I have usually managed to decode the cute but confusing gender signs on restaurant restroom doors (Buoys and Gulls, Laddies and Lassies, etc.), but every so often we get stumped.
Chakula cha Jua, of New Orleans, says, "Black History Month always reminds me of a funny incident that happened some years ago when I worked as drama director for a Central City after-school program in New Orleans.
Bob Woods, of Mandeville, says, "When I was growing up, on Springfield Lane off Scenic Highway in Baton Rouge, we had a Morning Advocate deliveryman named Bud Rankin — great guy. He drove a Jeep station wagon with wooden sides.
Mention of Piccadilly Cafeterias' 75th anniversary caused Terry Maderson to recall how important the original Dilly in downtown Baton Rouge was to impoverished, hungry LSU students:
Bob Cisco tells of an incident bringing home the point that folks of a certain age are telling stories to people of other generations who have no idea what the storyteller is talking about:
Back when Lady Katherine was single and living in New Orleans, I visited her on weekends. We went out for dinner one wintry Friday, in the kind of weather the tourism folks don't tell you about.
I was surfing Twitter on Monday to see what folks had to say about the Sunday evening travesty in Atlanta and the New Orleans mega-party, and came across this exchange, which made my day.
Frances Pickering Billeaud says, "My dad, Jack Pickering, was with Desi Arnaz’s band (before the 'I Love Lucy' show), and the band was on tour a good part of many years.
A while back we reported on a "camo wedding," where the wedding party (including the bride) was dressed in camouflage clothing, and decorations were around a hunting theme.
Robert Cabes, a Lafayette attorney, says a reader's story about proper dress for a court appearance reminded him of his visit to the Allen Parish courthouse in Oberlin to argue a motion:
The phone callers who invade your privacy in an effort to sell you stuff (when everyone knows you should only sell stuff through ads in The Advocate) are reaching new depths of deception: