Dear Smiley: I had a wonderful German shepherd mix named Alfie when I was in college, and he loved to ride in my VW Beetle.
Dear Smiley: What Texas did to the LSU band, team, and fans is sucky no doubt, but as the classy flagship university of our great state, a state known for its hospitality and kindness, shouldn’t we back off the "eye for an eye" mentality? We sound petty.
Joe Fairchild, of Thibodaux, says, "My wife, who is Canadian, asked me during the LSU-Texas game Saturday night about a universal LSU Tiger support hand recognition symbol.
After I wrote about the hills of Natchez, Mississippi, being perfect for flying down on scooters, wagons, etc., Mike Boudreaux, of Bush, told how resourceful Louisiana kids dealt with their level terrain:
After determining that all of you once owned a VW Beetle and have a story about it, we're winding down that topic. But there's still the VW bus to discuss, the ultimate hippie vehicle and the scene of … well, a lot of stuff.
Jill Keating says, "The story of the little girl who left home because she didn't like her dinner reminded my mama, Janet Damare, about the time her youngest son showed up at the neighbor's door, suitcase in hand.
Tony Falterman, of Napoleonville, says, "My fondest memory of Kathleen Blanco was the night I met with her husband 'Coach' Raymond and a pollster who had run a poll prior to my election as district attorney.
Ernie Gremillion, of Baton Rouge, says, "My mother made a donation to the church 'poor box' whenever she had something to be thankful for, and taught us to do the same. So I did that when my wife or I had good medical news.
Dear Smiley: I have eaten in many of Baton Rouge's fine restaurants, but I had never had lunch at the Stockyard Cafe, located in Dominique's Livestock Market near the old Mississippi River bridge.
Dan Stein, of Baton Rouge, says when he volunteered to buy school supplies for 7-year-old grandson Cooper, he thought, "It’s just for second grade. How hard could that be?"
Margaret Hawkins, of Ponchatoula, says, "With political campaigns upon us and generic placards and boards all over the place, one Ponchatoula man with a rather cynical view of politics, and personal access to lighted signs, posted two memorable thoughts.
Dear Smiley: When something funny happens to you and no one is around to appreciate that moment of fear or that wide-eyed fish look on your face, you have to tell someone … so you send the story to Smiley's column.
Dear Smiley: The other day I was visiting with my parents, Mae and T. Med Hogg, and we were talking about all of the sinister phone calls we get these days and our reactions to them.
Mary Pramuk, of Baton Rouge, says on the Thursday morning before the arrival of our latest storm, Barry, "I asked my husband how he’d slept and he said, 'Well, I was dreaming of two roaches having a conversation.'