Dear Smiley: A quick VW Beetle story:
Dear Smiley: As an avid reader, I heartily endorse your recent contributor's wish for more people to check out e-books, audio books and print books from their local libraries.
Russ Wise, of LaPlace, comments on The Advocate's Wednesday story about the last Volkswagen Beetle to come off the assembly line in Mexico, to make room for an electric car:
Dear Smiley: My stepfather decided to move my mother, my 5-year-old brother and 7-year-old me from New Orleans to his hometown of Marksville to be near his folks.
The Louisiana oyster industry's current problems with freshwater from the Mississippi River (due to the opening of the Bonnet Carre Spillway) brought to mind one of my favorite oyster stories (and favorite New Orleans stories too).
When I learned that Holly Clegg was entering hospice, I was on my way to pick up some ingredients for a chicken dish of hers I had seen in the Thursday Advocate.
Perry Snyder is kind enough to share with me the deliberations of The Biscuit Boys, gents of a certain age who meet weekly at Baton Rouge catfish house Crawford's 2 for breakfast at the far-too-early-for-me hour of 8 a.m.
Oscar Lofton, of Baton Rouge, says he and his wife, Billie Jean, visited the state of Washington for their grandson’s graduation. They went to Indulgences, a coffeehouse in West Richland, Washington, where he says "some cute signs posted there bro…
Gail Stephenson, of Baton Rouge, says, "During elementary school, the music teacher came to our classroom weekly for a lesson in American folk songs, like 'Erie Canal' and 'Shoo Fly.'
Anita Adams, of Baton Rouge, says, "I was working in my yard one afternoon — cutting back old growth and planting some of my new plants — when a truck filled with guys and machines stopped in front of my house.
When The Advocate was located in downtown Baton Rouge, on the banks of the Mississippi River, folks floating down the river on canoes or rafts would often stop by.
Dear Smiley: When I read the saying, “Everybody is brave until the roach flies,” in your column, I remembered a winter when we exchanged our house for a studio apartment in New York City.